Yolin Makav watched.
Inside the recently found dungeon, a place nobody had set foot into, carnage was taking place.
Brightly lit by a thick braid of golden hair and a type of phenomena only found in highly-specialized research books, the first dungeon floor was slowly and methodically cleared of monsters.
The Oni's eyes had a glint of barely contained excitement... and the smallest amount of concern that translated to urgency.
In all the capabilities displayed by the group of people present, even considering the paragon of strength among them, they were still weak.
Danuva and Shorvanna had confided in the Oni a way to reach a power never seen on Galeia. A way to stand next to a Halve in terms of resilience and toughness.
