Cough, cough. "I think using a fireball in a confined space is not a good idea," Myne mumbled, regretting his decision to employ such an explosive technique to dig the mine. He waited patiently for the dust to settle down.
Soon, an expression of disbelief and shock appeared on his face. His fireball attack, which could typically create a small one-meter-deep crater, had only produced useless dust and a pathetic dent, mere centimetres deep.
"F*ck! Just how solid is this wall? Don't tell me I'm just too unlucky, and there's a powerful rock behind the layer of this wall!" Myne exclaimed in surprise. Then, a thought occurred to him. He picked up his metal pickaxe and, with all his strength, struck the wall.
Ding!
The sound echoed, as if metal collided with something other than stone. Myne, whose hands were trembling from the impact, face immediately turned grim.
