It was a humanoid being, at least from the shape. Fully clad in obsidian armor and 50 meters tall.

It was seated atop a gigantic obsidian whale. On the legendary monster's back was a throne made of glowing red, cyan, and purple crystals. The outer layers and details of the throne were made of the same dark, glassy obsidian.

The Unfathomable creature had a massive two-handed sword buried upright beside the throne. Its dark obsidian, naturally armored body exuded a cyan mist cloud that fell in the lava lake like a waterfall. It created an illusion that the guy had a bright cyan cape or that it was constantly on fire.

A very example of an unmovable, motherfucking, peak-level boss.

Damian was not very confident that they could defeat the guy with normal means.

Noticing their presence, the giant whale moved forward in the lake of lava from the key point towards the entry. Damian and his group exchanged glances with each other, but he also guided the invisible box to move forward to a point.

Then he used the wormhole to exit the invisible box and approached the boss of level 80 with Sulthar flying beside him and T'korran swimming in the lava lake beneath. Even after covering himself in a thick layer of coat of seven, he still felt the bone-charring high temperature.

"Grathûl ven–karesh ul'nozra VETHA'MOR, skaal druuneth ix'kaar zhommra."

The obsidian knight said, seated on his throne.

Damian looked towards Sulthar and T'korran; their eyes held the same confusion as his. A language none of them knew.

"Can you understand what I am saying?" Damian asked.

The thing, or being, simply leaned its head to the right. He did not understand.

The two parties just stared awkwardly at each other for some seconds. Then the obsidian hell-knight grabbed the sword and pointed the end towards Damian himself. Once again speaking something incomprehensible,

"Ul'graeth kaarnoz VRAKH'TUL mareshiith ven'thaal—zhoorak ul'venna saekhir druun'koth, ix'zaal morrakaeth NETHUUM, krael vaash'tor ombra nazheen ghaur."

With its other hand, the creature was gesturing constantly towards Sulthar, T'korran, and then towards the ones behind them in the invisible box. Damian did not understand a single word, but he got a bad feeling about the way the thing was speaking.

It roughly seemed like it was saying, 'You three are monsters! Why did you come here with our enemies? Now, let's go kill them and drink their blood.'

Damian pointed towards the key point and asked, "Any chance you would let us go without a hand-based debate?"

The knight looked back, and its burning, fiery cyan eyes narrowed.

Then the monster looked high up at the red sky and roared like a wild beast. Only this guy's voice was too loud; the shockwave alone pushed the three of them away, along with a big wave of lava. Red lightning started going off in the sky above the knight, changing the whole atmosphere along with it as if it were a screen saver.

Damian wormholed himself and Sulthar back near the others. Already couple of protective shield spells were active that saved the invisible box from shattering. It was laughably weak from the outside. Before a monster like this, even multiple air shield walls were just a joke. It only protects from the temperature.

The insane obsidian knight caught the red lightning bolt landing upon it and used it with its sword to release multiple bright cyan dangerous arcs towards all of them. Sulthar transformed into a humanoid to reduce the target area of his body. The guy was holding an obsidian spear. Another of the dungeon relics they had earned a few levels ago.

Damian and Sulthar used their spear and sword, charged with aura and mana, to deflect the attacks. Some he sent back using wormholes towards the hell-knight. Who, for some fucking reason, can control it, catch it with its giant sword, and throw it back. Even thwarting the cyan powerful arcs was just asking for trouble.

They had to face it and neutralize it.

As if the red lightning striking from above was not enough, the knight left his throne and levitated upwards, then turned his head up, and a quick flash of a large cyan runic circle happened and disappeared in less than a millisecond. And the monster released a bright, massive, almost liquid pillar of cyan fire centimeters away from its face.

The red sky ate it all up, but slowly it started changing color from red to black and then dark purple. The dark purple fire or energy, whatever it was, started circling in a large area above them in the sky. The thing gained more and more speed with each rotation. Like a reverse whirlpool.

Another flash of cyan registered in Damian's eyes, this one below the obsidian knight's feet. The dark whale with the throne had submerged inside the lava a while ago and moved far away to the side.

A similar laser pillar of cyan liquid fire was released again; this time, the lava lake ate it up. And it started to turn purple as well, at the same time, slowly picking up speed and forming another whirlpool.

Only when the two whirlpools suddenly released a twisting pillar of purple fire, one from below, one from above, connecting in the middle, did Damian realize what fucked up spell the guy had just launched. The twisting, moving pillar of purple flames was slowly eating up lava and gaining size.

An attack that nothing could survive from. A bit too overkill, wasn't it?

'Can someone tell this guy to chill out a little?'

The whole dungeon floor, 40 km square, was full of lava. The monster's mana just had to power the two-twisting-flames spell, and all of the lava present here could be weaponized.

"We can't do this!" T'korran from below shouted.

Sulthar also turned towards Damian, doubtful about their chances to win.

"We can't protect," Damian murmured.

He quickly used the flowing golden mana around him to create a large waygate, positioned below the invisible box. All present were powerful beings; they had heard his words. Lucian and Sam shouted from inside the box. Damian covered them in a coat of seven just in time before Lucian's sacrium sword opened a wormhole to reach beside him.

A second too late, and their skins would have received serious damage under the increased temperature.

Damian gritted his teeth and ignored the two while slowly pushing the invisible box to enter the waygate before the abominable vortex of purple flames came any closer. The others knew they could do nothing to help, unlike these two brats. They were simply not fit to fight in this environment.

The mana required to keep active three coats of seven at once was nothing to scoff at. His three sacrium cubes were working at full force and were still barely able to keep up. Damian pulled out a couple more, but they bent in all kinds of unnatural shapes under the intense temperature and lost their runic structure.

'I only have these three now..'

The waygate was still active; they could leave easily. But Damian didn't want to. The trees and people he had the IDs of were all at the beginner levels. It would take hours before he could return to this level 80.

Damian closed the waygate, used a wormhole to move back to the very edge of the dungeon floor. The flaming tornado growing bigger and bigger was closing too fast for his liking. Damian immediately pulled out more sacrium ingots, the last of his personal storage. In seconds, he created two more sacrium helmets matching his own.

These two had the same modified insible spell etched in them, but the size was small enough to cover just one person. He handed it to the two beside him.

"Wear it and use your mana!" He shouted.

The loud sound of the flames crackling, red lightning falling all around, and the lava-fire vortex moving at speed drowned all other sounds. So he had to shout.

Only when the two were inside the phonebooth-sized invisible box did Damian let go of the coat of seven covering the two. The temperature difference hit the two human transcedents. Immediately 50% of his liquid mana usage load was gone, and the circular wave around him once again started gathering surplus.

Any other boss would have killed them by now. But the obsidian knight was simply standing in mid-air observing their hurried behaviour. This Unfathomable monster seemed to have good control over his hunger for Pathfinder mana. It was allowing them to leave for some reason.

Before starting the fight. Damian pointed at Lucian's sword and shouted,

"Leave!"

"Use us!" She shouted back.

Damian's head popped a vein. These two were seriously giving him a headache.

"Fine,"

He muttered, focusing back on the purple flame tornado. It was less than 5 km from them. Damned thing crossed 20 km in less than five minutes. And had grown to ginormous proportions. If the earlier spell of the dark knight was a supreme rank, this shit was now triple that.

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