"Aah...finally!" the spearman, Zhan, inhaled deeply once they stepped inside the dungeon.
The air was murky and suffocating, just like how it felt in the borderland. But the bitterness and slight stinging sensation in their skin was the feeling that the spearman had missed deeply. It wasn't the same as doing it in the simulator, and simply going to the end-zone wouldn't invoke the excitement from expecting dangerous encounters with the beasts.
If it wasn't for the disgustingly low salary of the borderland unit, Zhan would have enlisted there for a daily dose of battle. But he gotta earn to feed his big family and buy weapons, so...
This was why, his respect toward Zein skyrocketed once he found out the man used to work in the borderland. And the guide wasn't just stationed there, but even frequently entered the Deathzone. Cool. Cool cool cool.
