William pulled out the phone and checked the messages—and what he read left him a bit concerned.
The people who had created the dungeon were chatting in their group, talking about something that had happened recently.
"I think someone took the mermaid we placed in that cave, and they also took all the mana stones from there."
"Seriously? Can we track down who did it?"
"We can't… For some reason, there was another portal inside that cave. And since whoever did this didn't use one of our portals, we can't trace them."
"Another portal? Could there be a traitor among us?"
The mood among the dungeon's creators was clearly tense. William, at least, was glad he could read the messages without them noticing—thankfully, that group didn't show read receipts or indicate who had seen what.
He had already suspected there might be a traitor. It was the only logical explanation—creating a secret portal between dungeon levels without anyone noticing required an absurd level of power.
