Back in Liam's part of the dungeon, Asger suddenly tensed. His sharp eyes glowed faintly, and his small body stiffened.
"We've got company."
He muttered.
Liam's grip on his weapon tightened.
"More of them?"
Asger nodded.
"Yeah. A group this time. And their magic isn't weak."
Liam clicked his tongue in frustration. He had wanted to keep a low profile, but it seemed fate had other plans. He considered his options. Running blindly through the dungeon wasn't smart—there was always the risk of running into a powerful monster.
"We should leave before they find us."
Liam suggested.
Asger huffed.
"I could take them."
"No. We don't know how strong they are, and we don't know if they have reinforcements. If they're looking for that guy, it means they're organized. Fighting them now could make things worse."
Liam shot him a sharp look.
Asger crossed his arms, looking annoyed, but he didn't argue. He understood the logic in Liam's words, even if he didn't like it.
