Chapter 111: Monke and Battle Royales (22)

Returning back to camp was as uneventful as taking a shower back in my home world. There were no slip-ups, no interruptions, and no drops of the supply (soap), if you know what I mean.

Instead of walking back to the camp, we were jogging at a steady pace, Typhial being my guide towards the camp without getting lost.

It took about an hour of jogging non-stop (Thank the System for that, even though I have my gripes with it) to reach back to the camp. Looking around, I saw that the majority of the damage caused by the earlier attack was fixed and the only visible impacts of the raid were some scorch marks on the ground, as well as a few missing tents, which I assume were owned by the Dungeon Masters who were disqualified.