Location: Forest of Screamers, Valentine Dukedome.
Time: Present
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Two men walked along a path leading to a small, restricted dungeon. The entrance looked as if it had been vandalized recently.
Even though the place had been cleaned, traces of lesser demon blood could still be seen sticking to the walls.
The smell was sour to the nose. Even though the place was small, the air circulation was decent.
Mining tools, equipment, and trolleys were scattered along the way, leading toward a small rail track that descended into the depths below.
The two men were a contrast to one another. One wore a brown trench coat, a hat, leather gloves, and boots, carrying himself with calm confidence. The other looked like a local citizen of Valentine Dukedome.
"This stretch is starting to annoy me," said the man in the coat.
