For a second, it looked like his words were sinking in.
But then SNAP!
"Shut it!" a younger man barked, stepping forward. His D-rank insignia glinted in the light, his fists clenched. "What kind of fantasy are you living in, old man?! We're strangers! We haven't trained together, we don't know each other's abilities or roles!"
The hunter spat on the ground, eyes flashing with desperation.
"There's no time to strategize! No time for formations or speeches!"
And with that he bolted.
Straight toward the dungeon.
"Hey—WAIT!" Daelan shouted.
But it was too late.
The hunter dashed forward, veering along the narrow path that led to the Archaespore's domain. Vines erupted from the ground beneath him, poisonous and fast, writhing like snakes. He dodged the first wave barely rolling and scrambling to his feet.
And then,
"SCREW IT! RUN!"
One by one, the others snapped.
A flood of hunters broke into a mad dash toward the cave, panic driving their feet.
"May the luckiest survive!"
