Meanwhile, not far from Ben's first base in this layer.
BOOM!
Stone exploded outward as a section of the cavern wall cracked open. Four figures stepped through the dust. Three of them towered over the average human.
Their frames were thick with muscle, carved like warriors. Behind them, a hooded figure moved in silence—shorter, but giving out a strong pressure.
Despite their appearance, the trio moved with caution. None dared to step too far ahead. Their attention kept drifting to the hooded man trailing them.
It had been a month since Ben's confrontation with the Lady of the Lake—since then, this group had clawed their way, following a trail carved in blood and stone.
The journey had been hell. The magus didn't offer any help—just stood back, watching like it was a damn performance. Only spoke when he felt like it, asking about the situation on this layer with that smug tone of his.
