The Last Floor (2)

The dragon wasn't outdone—it wasn't a simple creature. Sure, it expected Caleb to tremble in its presence, but if he didn't follow the script, that was fine too.

Even without seeing him, the dragon knew the puny human was blazing through the flames, somehow ignoring their power.

As the floor boss, it was aware of the minions above it and the abilities they wielded.

Caleb spatially displaced himself as the flames engulfed him. His momentum faltered for a moment before he gritted his teeth.

'Tsk! Even in a separate space, the flames are strong enough to be felt.' He channeled more mana into the ability, but felt no different. 'It's not just about using more mana—there's something about grasping its nuances.'

Emerging from the flames, Caleb appeared before the dragon, his right hand clenched into a fist.

The creature didn't remain idle, responding almost instantly. As soon as Caleb appeared, it gave a low growl and swung its tail at him.