With a click, Kyle's silver blade came out from the scabbard.
The shield around him was cracking because he stopped supplying mana stones. He gazed at the wolves gathered around him and stepped out from the almost broken defensive Array.
The many blood-red eyes of the wolves followed his movement and the moment he stepped out they pounced at him with their claws and teeth, trying to tear his flesh away.
Kyle's sword moved swiftly and he sidestepped to attack the nearest wolf with a normal slash. His hand moved nimbly and without any resistance, the (F)-Rank wolf head was severed from its body.
His eyes swept through the remaining wolves before gazing at the fog around the stage with a raised brow. It had been a minute but no new monster emerged from the fog after the twentieth (F)-Rank wolf.
The pattern of the dungeon was broken because when he arrived inside the dungeon every minute two (F)-Rank wolves, would come out from the fog.
