After the magam hounds came the last mini-boss, the Flame Lord, Cael'Zaroth.
The chamber he guarded was a vast, circular furnace buried in the heart of the dungeon. Walls pulsed with heat so intense that the very air shimmered, and veins of pure lava coursed like rivers across the ceiling, dripping molten droplets into a pit below.
At the center stood Cael'Zaroth, no hulking brute like Vak'Rath, and no seductive caster like the fire witch. He was lithe and tall, draped in robes forged from flowing fire, and his limbs flickered like coiled serpents of living flame.
[Ding! Mini-Boss Encounter: Cael'Zaroth, Flame Lord of Rebirth – Lv. 38]
"Be careful," Damon said, eyes narrowing. "This one comes back stronger after dying. Don't blow everything in phase one."
Kate tilted her head. "So… we kill him twice?"
"Exactly," Damon muttered, already stepping forward.
