361 The Mysteries of The Dungeon

The blue eyes swarming in the shadows vanished as a bright and wide beam of purple, gold, and black exploded from the cave of light that was the dragon's mouth.

The temperature constantly shifted between freezing cold and burning hot, the lightning shining and dancing within the beam of frost-fire. The temperature reached its peak in purple and its bottom in black color.

Vesuvius watched, his two hearts pounding at the beautiful sight that was his breath.

The ray blasted straight through the swarm, pulverizing everything in its path. The black carapace, claws, and mandibles dissolved within it like paper submerged into magma as the bond between molecules and atoms shattered or changed under the constant temperature shifting.

[+800 XP]

[+1000 XP]

[+500 XP]

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The bright light flashed as the dragon slowly moved his head, the beam cutting through the ranks of the monsters with ease. It cut the massive stalactites and engraved cracks and ravines into the black walls.

[+900 XP]