The moment Godfrey opened his eyes in the real world, his irises shrank as he found almost a hundred people around them. Some of them held shopping carts, some were with their families, children. They kept stepping out of the fog, stunning even Isolde.
According to her vision, no one who entered that dungeon came out, and when that happened, especially when the dungeon was the type that threw you straight into battle without hiding spots, death was guaranteed.
In her vision, a policeman was giving a report that everyone in the shopping mall was probably dead and that they would guard the place until more powerful parties were sent, but then the dungeon turned black and all the policemen were slaughtered.
'The dungeon was never cleared.' Isolde gasped inwardly.
"Are we saved?" an eight-year-old girl asked her mother, who covered her mouth, crying softly.
"What's going on?" Godfrey whispered to Isolde.
