"We have arrived at Mohart Dungeon," Regriel said, accompanying a group of four women that rode an insect-type Puppet.
The Puppet looked similar to a housefly but with a diamond-shaped head and a polygon-styled body. It was large enough to carry all five of them without issue, the transport they used to quickly travel from the Heroica Empire and reach Mohart Dungeon within a day.
"There are many Haggons here. Let's proceed with caution. Chikon is too high profile." General Artica said, expressing alertness, intending to defend against anything that might attack them. "Are you feeling alright, Princess Raecha?"
"This hasn't been easy." The one addressed as Princess Raecha, a lady in her late twenties wiped off her sweat as she complained, "I also had to carry your three Iron Puppets. So, the weight has increased my Darlac consumption. If not for Wakuta's help in replenishing my Darlac constantly, we wouldn't have been able to reach here within a day."
