The colossal humanoid figure in the sky clearly didn't care about the ugly expression Alban wore. Dealing with the tower, the source of their troubles, was his top priority. Without wasting a moment, he grasped his hammer's haft tighter. As he did, the weapon erupted in a blazing corona of golden fire. The heat radiated with such intensity that compared to normal fire the demons on the ground, walking on the edge of life and death, hundreds of meters away, felt as if they were swimming in a lake of molten lava. Even their max-out demonic fire resistance. Even demons with maxed-out fire resistance found this beautiful golden flame dangerously potent.
After charging his hammer sufficiently with the golden flame, the gigantic figure lifted it and casually threw it towards Alban, as if tossing a toy.
