FWOOOSH! FWOOOSH! FWOOOSH!
The middle-aged mage moved his staff, directing the six fireballs suspended in the air toward the western side.
From their perspective, Victor had been forced onto a rocky path with no escape route.
As long as they maintained their blockade, they could easily drive away this arrogant young man who did not know his own limits.
What they failed to notice was the subtle rhythm of Victor's movements.
He kept his speed carefully controlled, neither too fast nor too slow. Whenever the lava at the center of the basin fluctuated, he would slow slightly before accelerating again, as though waiting for a particular moment.
Before long, Victor arrived at the western broken rocks.
Beyond this point, the previously continuous path had disappeared.
Several black rocks hung above the lava, separated by gaps several meters wide. More than ten meters below them, dark-red molten lava churned endlessly.
"No road left, huh?"
