"This place completely changed from how it used to be," in the dim pathways of the dungeon, a group of fifty advanced carefully. Leading them were two middle-aged men of repute, a supernatural vulture and a supernatural soldier.
It was the vulture who spoke, his tone almost reminiscent.
"I heard there used to be different levels here?" asked a soldier curiously. According to their intel, the dungeon had distinct levels with power limitations for its inhabitants and intruders.
"That used to be the case, yes… Now, things are a little more complicated. We don't even have one clear map of this dungeon anymore, as everything is just so different."
"Don't compare what little abilities you aboriginals have with us, alright? See these tools we're using now? As impressive as they seem, this is just trash. We're literally just toying around in this forsaken land. If we ever get serious about it…"
