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Rodius felt his spine shiver and his blood run cold. The hair on the back of his neck and arms stood on end as he heard the pained, hopeless screeches of the monsters on the other side of the stone dome that Leon had erected to separate the boss from the monsters outside.
Thud!
The sound of the boss of the floor falling to the floor, dead, turned his attention to the dark haired mage. Jet landed beside the corpse of the boss with an audible sound. His breath was ragged and sweat ran down the side of his face, but the look on his face was one of confusion.
This was the boss, right? Then why did it feel like the real fight was going on outside the dome? The fight had been intense and the boss was very tough. He had only managed to kill it through pure skill and intense bombardments of his special spatial bombs. It had drained his mana levels like water leaking through a basket, but he had managed. Even still, he did not feel fulfilled.