章 88: The Seventieth Floor

As August reappeared on the 67th floor, the familiar oppressive air of the Ancient Swordking Dungeon surrounded him.

The glowing runes on the dungeon walls pulsed faintly, and the eerie sounds of distant growls echoed through the cavernous space.

Ahead of him, he spotted the rest of the group waiting near a cleared area, some leaning against the walls while others were seated on large stones.

Aria was the first to notice him. She stood up, brushing off her robes. "About time," she voiced while crossing her arms with a teasing smile.

"Good to see you made it. Thought you might've decided to sit this one out," Drask and the others who were unaware of when August arrived at the guild branch had looks of relief upon sighting him.

Torin smirked. "Maybe he was scared after that undead knight fiasco."

August rolled his eyes while walking toward them. "If I was scared, I wouldn't have saved your sorry hide, Torin."