In the depths of the forest, Vargus continued to hunt all the slime kings, but suddenly he was surprised by a sudden barrage of flame balls that were raining on him.
He didn't know from where these fire balls were, but Vargus, without fear, immediately caught and extinguished each one easily with only his palms.
However, it wasn't long before he noticed the toll this defense had taken. Upon inspecting his hands after neutralizing the relentless assault, Vargus discovered that his palms were slightly charred from the heat.
Moreover, his onesie, a staple of his attire, bore the marks of near destruction, singed and frayed from the fireball onslaught.
Suddenly, the source of the fiery barrage revealed itself as a group of demons emerged from the shadows of the forest. The leader of this contingent stepped forward, addressing Vargus with a measure of respect tinged with a threat.
