*Tok Tok Tok Tok*
A noise that echoes throughout the long hallway. A guy that is sitting and hugging his sword is the one who make all those clock ticking noise. His face can't be seen because of the hoodie he had. He's wearing a green shirts with a leather armor.
A figure could be seen not far from him. An old man that looks meditating. He had his usual pointy hat beside him, wearing a blue cloak.
'This two seems to be trusted in some way' the man that is leading the team thought so as he look at the other member.
The man who can be called an expert in this kind of job. Named Dymton Irlin, the only notable in his body is his eyes. The eyes of the "Cursed", that is believed to be punished by the gods.
"Hey leader, how long we have to wait here?" the man hugging his sword ask him. Dymton look at him and said "look at you, your foot has been so uneasy the whole time. How can you go even here your making such mistake?".
"Tch!" the man click his tongue. But the old man had already picked up his pointy hat and stand up.
"Our leader is right, if you already attracted the creatures here how should we go in there?" the old man stated.
A silence broke out between the three. But Dymton broke out the silence by commanding his subordinates.
"Now is the perfect time. We all have our minds clear right now, so the two of you should be in position" Dymton commanded the two.
The two of them quickly follow his command. And they takes the position they were assigned in and start they're exploration.
They walk to this long hallway. The structure is decently constructed. But there's nothing noteworthy of the attention because it's just a plain bricks all around it.
'This was one of the oldest dungeon out there. It was rumoured that this is one of the ancient kingdom in the past' Dymton thought so as they walk in this long hallway.
*Click*
A sound that froze all of them. Dymton look around and find nothing he looked at his subordinates and notice the old man looking down in the swordsman foot.
'Fuck! It's a trap! What does that do? Nothing had happened when he step on it, or does the trap only activated when the one who get baited get out of that trap' Dymton thought as his sweats drips of the ground.
"Ok, calm down. Don't move ok nothing has happened yet but if you move something might be" Dymton commanded the swordsman to not cause any more damage if he suddenly frick's out.
"Ok. You're the one who knows a lot in dungeon anyways" the swordman replied.
"I expected a trap in the first place but to think I wouldn't sense such a trap just few meters around me" the old man said.
'Well this dungeon is one of the dangerous dungeons out there, this is namely the "Polnorim Dungeon" that buried thousand of adventurer's and mercenaries in the past and present' he thought.
The Polnorim Dungeon, one of the 20 wonders of the world. It earned it's position as one of the 20 wonders because of it's nearly impossible exploring success rate.
The team of S-Rankers that tried to explore the dungeon had vanished but two years after their death one of the member's of that exploration team had returned.
The authorities couldn't get any information about the dungeon to that person because it was known that, that person lost his mind. He is now walking in the streets like a crazy person.
But despite that countless had taken interest in the dungeon but all of them had died, some of them miraculously survived but later on become the same as the first survivor.
'This dungeon sure is terrifying. If only I didn't get that information I wouldn't have to go here in the first place' Dymton thought.
'This could be the end for me too like the one in the past'