Clearing the Island

"This should be enough..."

I muttered to myself, lifting my hands from the ground and wiping the sweat from my brow.

I've spent around an hour making my preparations, carefully creating a foolproof plan to kill all of the Drakes lurking in the Lava.

Most of my time was actually spent trying to predict how these monsters would react and respond to my attacks so they could step into my carefully laid traps.

The enchantment process on another hand was actually quite enjoyable. I found myself lost in the intricate dance of imbuing every corner with various Runes and infusing the very essence of magic into each component.

Basically, I turned the whole island into a minefield.

"Let's get this party started..."

I said to myself, picking one of the pebbles up from the ground and tossing it toward a gill peeking out from a nearby lava pool.