As we stepped through the gate, the world around us twisted.
A rush of wind brushed past my face.
Then everything shifted.
We landed softly on a wide, open stone platform, surrounded by towering dark cliffs.
The sky above was a strange mix of deep purple and swirling gray clouds, lit by a giant glowing moon that didn't feel natural
Ssshhhhhhh…
A soft breeze whispered past, carrying the scent of damp stone and old blood.
My body tensed.
Maria stood just behind me, her hand on her daggers. Mia glanced around carefully, her holy staff already glowing faintly.
Derek and James took their positions without needing a word.
"...Creepy place," James muttered, scratching the back of his neck. "Even for an S-rank dungeon."
"Yeah," Derek added, narrowing his eyes.
"It feels... too quiet."
I nodded at their words.
Something was definitely off.
Miss Helena had said several groups would enter together. But when I turned around to check the gate, nothing.
