Meanwhile, on the other side of the Dungeon...
Maelis's group, unlike Gray's, wasn't struggling through knee-deep snow or fighting for their lives.
No... on their side of the Dungeon, everything felt almost… comfortable.
Almost like a vacation.
And the reason was simple.
Adrian.
A rare, full four-element mage: fire, water, earth, and wind all obeyed him like loyal pets. With him around, the others hardly had to lift a finger.
Not to mention that he was at the peak of the Master realm, almost touching the threshold of the Grandmaster Realm.
"Good job, man," Leon said with a grin, tapping Adrian's shoulder before opening a spatial rift ahead, clearing out an entire wall of piled snow with one flick.
Adrian nodded calmly.
Flames curled up his palm in response, brightening from gentle red to a brilliant white-orange.
The snow at his feet hissed.
FSHHHHH—!
A wave of heat washed out, melting the surrounding area into a clear, dry circle big enough for all of them to stand in.
