Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

"I don't think our guy could have done this," Zach remarked. The Child of the Hydra they ran into did not have the firepower to melt what was at least a big part of the floor into glass. If he did, he would have used it at the Nilma tribe's camp.

Alzara nodded.

"This happened a while ago, Master. Before we met him on the ninth floor," she said.

"Any idea how long ago?" Zach asked.

Alzara shook her head. She knew it wasn't recent but that was it.

Zach sighed and scratched the back of his head as he looked around with a frown.

They were most likely right. There were more Children of the Hydra in the Labyrinth, and they were stronger than the two they had faced. Zach was not confident about facing them, especially not without Yanael, Soara, and Mandra.

But that was further into the future.

Right now, they had another predicament.

"How are we supposed to get to the next floor if all the monsters are already dead and encased in glass?" Borso asked, bringing what was on Zach's mind into the air.

"This happened recently enough that the elves on the tenth floor weren't aware of it," Zach pointed out, half-ignoring Borso. Borso sighed. He had a feeling it wasn't entirely intentional.

"They seemed to know perfectly well before the tribes proceeded deeper."

"That could mean some of the Sesha encountered one or more of the Children and it led to this." Zach pointed at the glassy ground.

Borso's expression darkened. That was a very plausible situation, but it was not good news. He wasn't sure if any of the warriors he knew could survive something that could turn a desert into glass.

Zach narrowed his eyes as he thought about how the two Children he met had used their flames. Their most powerful attacks had been exhaling powerful fire through their mouths.

The first had done it when burning the camp and the town. Mandra had analyzed the burn pattern and deduced that he stood in the middle and just exhaled fire that spread in all directions.

Zach had seen it for himself with the second Child.

Zach knelt and touched the glass with his fingers.

There was no reason the third Child would use it differently.

That meant the subtle wave-like formations in the glass, like ripples on water, weren't from the wind or the state of the sand before it turned to glass. They were an after-effect of the Child spewing fire.

"Let's follow the waves," Zach said, standing up and doing just that. They could follow them to the edge of the glassy area and hopefully find monsters to proceed to the thirteenth floor.

And get closer to the one who turned the twelfth floor to glass?

Zach didn't see a reason to rush that part. Instead, finding traces of the battle and more clues to what happened seemed like a better idea.

There had to be a reason to unleash a strike this powerful, after all.

The second Child had done it when he realized simple fire shots wouldn't be enough. The first Child had done it because it was the simplest way to get rid of the town and the camp.

Would the third Child be the same, or did they have another reason to do it?

Borso was hesitant. What if they, instead of finding traces, found the one responsible for the glassy transformation? What if they found the aftermath? He wasn't sure he could stomach seeing what would remain of his people after an incident like this.

Zach could guess what Borso was thinking.

He refrained from saying that there probably wouldn't remain much of anything from his people if they had been caught by the fire that turned the desert to glass.

Slowly, the waves in the glass became larger and clearer. The power that had made them was more intense than at the outskirts. They could also feel it in the air.

The fiery, burning heat had yet to completely dissipate. It was difficult to think it had happened several days maybe weeks ago. It grew a little hotter but not unbearably so as they approached the epicenter of the blast.

Zach and the others curiously looked around, looking for any kind of trace other than the rippling pattern in the glass. It didn't take long for them to find it but only because there wasn't much to find.

"This…" Borso started saying, unsure how to continue. There was only one way the scene in front of them could be true. But it was unbelievable.

They had felt the remnants of the power that melted the desert. It was scary.

Yet, in spite of that, one area in the center of the glass was untouched by the translucent material. It was an island of sand in an ocean of glass. It was just large enough for a person to stand on with comfort.

"I don't think we're the only ones fighting the Children," Zach said. He didn't elaborate, but the others nodded. That was the only explanation. Experience new stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Someone strong enough to fight the Child had done just that, and they had overcome the powerful fire of the Child's lineage. It gave them hope. They weren't alone in this fight. The Children weren't the only powerful ones.

However, there were no traces of further fighting or blood or anything. The fight most likely hadn't concluded here. They had moved on.

That meant Zach and the others had to do the same if they wanted to catch up to either side.

Zach stomped on the glass once, leaving a footprint and sending cracks deep into the ground. He was telling Yanael and the others, should they come there, that he had already been there. They would recognize his foot print.

At the same time, Zach also figured out how to move to the next floor.

If there weren't enough monsters for them to kill, it was impossible to clear the floor. That wasn't okay. The Labyrinth wanted them to go deeper.

Zach felt something pull on them.