The Source of Disaster
"It's... a rolling stone!"
The rumbling grew louder and louder. Irving felt the light at the tunnel entrance vanish in an instant, only to see a massive rolling stone with a diameter of at least five meters barreling toward him. With inertia, the stone accelerated as it rolled.
The six Butchers leading the way were crushed in an instant, reduced to pulp.
"There are even more traps." Irving was shocked, but he had no time to think. The massive rolling stone's impact would be unbearable for even the most physically strong warrior players, let alone a mage like him.
Behind him, Little Black began barking frantically, seemingly urging Irving to leave immediately.
"It's too late." Irving felt bitter. The passage was a narrow straight line, offering no place to hide.
The rolling stone gained speed. If he tried to escape backward, it would only lead to death.
Boom!