The smell of Mystra _2
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Outside the cave.
Roger sneered in his heart.
He quickly put away the horn.
At this moment.
The exit of the demon refining cave was already filled with a sea of vengeful souls!
They howled madly.
He forcefully tore at the remaining weak seals.
Roger carefully sensed around, but didn't find any trace of cesia.
This was actually a very rare thing.
One had to know that demons were famous for their strong smell ...
This was especially true for a demon of her level. Wherever she went, the Hellfire followed her like a shadow, and it would be difficult to not leave any traces.
In between his thoughts.
"CI La La!"
A sound came from the seal.
A vengeful spirit reached out its claws at Roger.
Roger muttered to himself for a moment.
He couldn't help but point his middle finger.
With a whoosh.
The lava spurted right into the vengeful spirit's face!
The vengeful spirit struggled for a while.