The entrance to the Dragon's Nest—a trial arena known for testing the mettle of prospective heroes—loomed ahead, dense and foreboding. Inside, it felt like stepping into a tropical rainforest. The air was thick with humidity, punctuated by torrential downpours and the buzzing of countless insects. Leeches clung to the swampy ground, and even the trees seemed to be alive with creeping, biting pests.
Not that any of this bothered me. With [Death Magic], the swarm of creatures around me dropped like rain, lifeless before they could even become a nuisance.
