The group consisted of three people, all men. They wore leather armor, looking like mercenaries. It was impossible to tell if they were natives to the dungeon, or humans from Earth considering everyone was using similar outfits by that point.
"Cut the skeletons!" one yelled, wielding a sword, cutting a skeleton's arm.
While that happened, Damian was busy doing his blood ritual, and despite being far from the cave entrance, he could see the same things the skeletons could, so he was aware of their arrival.
'I will leave after finishing this ritual,' he thought.
After bleeding out the bear and creating the magical circle around it, Damian started chanting things in an unknown language. The chant was printed in his mind, just like the symbols to start the ritual.
Soon, the blood from the bucket started to fly, moving toward Damian's body. He absorbed every single drop of it, and a message from the system appeared before his eyes.
