But amidst the chaotic sea of fire, one place remained unscathed.
The granary.
Over a dozen Alchemy Bombs had smashed solidly against its silver-gray dome.
CLANG! CLANG! BOOM!
The violent blast engulfed the roof in flames, but when the smoke and dust cleared, the expensive, magic-resistant metal plating was merely blackened, with a few shallow dents on its surface.
They had held.
This special alloy, capable of deflecting even a Middle Tier Exploding Fireball, had withstood the full impact of the Alchemy Bombs.
"Ha! Hahahaha!"
Rolf, who had just taken a nasty fall, couldn't help but let out a wild laugh upon seeing this. He pointed at the sky, his face contorted.
"See that! This is the power of Gold Coins! That's a turtle shell that not even a dragon could easily scratch! You bastards are useless! Useless!"
High in the sky.
Ola stared down at the silver dome still standing below, his brow furrowed deeply.
['A tough nut to crack.']
