"This is 95B27, this is 95B27. If you hear me, please respond. If you hear me, please respond."
Bai E pressed his earpiece, his voice echoing in lonely resonance.
In his own ears, and possibly in every corner of the passages.
No response.
Everyone was silent, sinking into silence, or waiting for possible rescue.
Bai E closed the channel and sighed softly.
The dark dungeon remained fearsome—every unwatched corner seemed like a writhing shadow, brewing malice in the dark.
Courage couldn't always inspire Bai E's body; the bewildered fear of the caverns invaded his body at all times.
But Bai E, not immediately overwhelmed by fear, was trying to fight against this feeling.
Once he bravely took the first step in resistance, mere emotions could no longer depress his will.
Mere drifters were not the enemy; the true threat loomed over them.
Who exactly?
He didn't know.
But going deeper might reveal the answer.
The same journey, but without his teammates by his side.
