Lee Shin-Woo reaffirmed that a level 8 dungeon was indeed amazing—it was still standing even after the giant monsters had been twisting around and knocking into the ground, the ceiling, and the walls!

The ground was under especially great abuse. The Dark Flame Ghosts groaned in agony and rampaged about with their extraordinary strength, but they couldn't escape the ground; this was no longer a Cradle of Fire, but a prison.

[Kishaahk!]

[Kueiiiii!]

[Kiaaaaah!]

Whenever the several-meter-tall monsters collided with one another, enveloped by black flames, their black bone armor would break and fly in every direction. When their Dark Flames clashed, they devoured each other and disappeared.

Were it a one-on-one duel, the Dark Flame Ghost that had absorbed the Fire Dragon's Scale Greatsword—namely, the one Lee Shin-Woo was controlling—would be in the lead, but it was fighting two opponents at the same time, and neither side got any sort of upperhand; their Dark Flames simply crashed again and again before vanishing. This may not have been Lee Shin-Woo's intent, but either way, he’d brought about a perfect stalemate.

"Good. I've gotten a lot better at controlling...