3 Weeks Later.
The exit door opened and a total of 10 people were flung on the other side, crashing onto the sandy ground like ragdolls.
Huff!
Huff!
Legolas and the group took deep breaths and tried to get up.
Thud!
Dante tried to stand up but dropped on the ground halfway.
"Fuck this! I feel like we should quit and leave the dungeon using our passes.
We barely made out alive from the last one." spoke Legolas as his face was buried in the black sand of this floor.
"Finally, I can feel world energy again. We should be able to recover within half a day." spoke Edmund whose clothes were tattered in many places at this point.
Unlike the rest, his gear wasn't made of Invimarak skin and had very few defensive properties. So the alchemist basically looked like a dirty street beggar at this moment.
"Imagine if this is happening to our group… then millions of people from the alliance must have suffered greatly.
