EPISODE 53 — UNSEEN FANGS
In the dim light of early morning, with fog still rolling low across the shattered pavement and fractured roots lining the cracked dungeon access roads, an eerie silence hung over all three hunting fields like a curse that refused to speak. The usual sounds of weapons clashing, skills activating, or monsters howling in frustration were nowhere to be found.
Somewhere near the northern entrance of the third hunting field, a pair of low-ranked Hunters were trudging cautiously through damp passageways riddled with old claw marks and bloodstains. Both men carried short swords, lightweight armor strapped to their torsos, and flashlights mounted to their visors.
"Dude, are you hearing anything?" one of them asked, voice hushed but sharp with suspicion. He stopped walking, glancing around nervously, his hand hovering near his weapon handle.
