The prison trembled.
Far beneath the surface of the earth, in the veins of cold stone, something monstrous had been unleashed.
Quinlan Elysiar.
The Primordial Villain.
And he was not feeling merciful one bit.
His tunnel burst open with stone parting in jagged fragments as Quinlan stepped into the next corridor of the prison. He was veiled in flames, saber in hand, eyes burning brighter than the torches lining the walls.
"Wh–" was all one guard managed before his throat was cleaved open by a single horizontal swipe.
[You have slain Krazel (Level 38).]
[You've gained 31,200 XP.]
The remaining guards scrambled, but it didn't matter.
Flame Stance.
His stance shifted in a burst of red aura. Muscles became empowered with fury. Every step left embers behind.
Quinlan burst forward with a brutal haymaker to the nearest man's chest, his fist exploding in a firebomb on contact. The body not only got charred beyond recognition but also got lifted and shattered against the stone.
