[Outside the dungeon]
Crimson and Black flew toward the looming volcano in the distance with all their strength, their figures cutting through the sky like blazing comets. The wind roared around them, yet neither slowed down, driven forward by an unease they could not ignore.
{What do you think the earlier disturbance was all about?}
Crimson asked telepathically, his voice steady but edged with unease.
{I don't know, but I have a very bad feeling about it…..}
Black replied. After that, neither of them spoke. Their instincts were sending warning signals relentlessly, telling them that something about this entire situation was deeply wrong.
They were now approaching an area saturated with dungeon monsters.
Most of them were around Grandmaster rank, creatures that had spilled out from two of the five dungeons.
Individually, they were not much of a threat, but their sheer numbers made them troublesome to deal with all at once.
