The Irons moved cautiously through the dungeon's winding tunnels. Their armored leader, a bulky woman with a scar running down her face, raised her hand. "Fucking Xinyue! Xinyue! Always that bitch...they might as well suck her pussy if they fear and adore her so much."
"Leader! She is such a fucking bitch, acting all high and mighty! You should put her in place." the hunters responded, their voices echoing faintly against the thickly grown trees.
"I plan to… but there's no point in me personally challenging her. We should show that our guild is better than their Sirius." They were talking among themselves, but suddenly, a heavy silence fell over them, oppressive and unnatural. It felt as if the air itself had grown thick, holding its breath.
"Did anyone hear that?" one of the hunters whispered nervously, gripping her spear.
"What? What did you hear?" the leader snapped. "Tell me!."
