"Koff!...Koff…Kahh!...Kahh!" Strewn amidst a viscous solution was the figure of a boy aged fourteen. His somewhat oval face sported an expression of confusion as his flat chin aligned perfectly on the floor.
His ivory hair was long and damp, covering his eyes as it stuck to his face. A few seconds of nonstop coughing later, the figure slowly but carefully got up, swiping his hair to the side to reveal a pair of crystal-clear eyes, brimming with joy, "The fact that I'm here means everything went as planned, right?"
"To a certain extent, yes." Grehha nodded, "However, I don't know if Sumatra can handle the swarm produced from the Celestial Boar by the Brood Mother's power."
"Everything can get destroyed at this rate." He expressed his worry, only to see Inala looking around the Dungeon in curiosity, "Do you…not care?"
