Behind him, the party trickled out one by one.
First came Baldric the swordsman, still high from the adrenaline rush, twirling his blade like he was auditioning for a traveling circus.
Then came Ella, the team's D-rank healer. Her steps were slow, her expression exhausted, her staff acting more as a walking stick than a weapon of divine restoration.
"I swear... if I had to heal Devin one more time, I was going to throw him into the boss's mouth myself," she muttered under her breath, glaring back as if trying to manifest him into flames.
And finally, emerging from the portal like the afterthought of an afterthought... was Devin.
The E-rank hunter.
A young man with average looks, below-average luck, and somehow negative self-esteem.
He stumbled forward, still limping from injuries that had been miraculously patched up seconds earlier. His armor was scorched, dented, and half-fused with dungeon slime. He looked like he'd fought the dungeon boss with his face.
