[10 days till the dungeon outbreak]
[Third person POV-general]
The smell of the ocean water was thick in the air as the large boat, filled with a group of people, cut through the ocean waves.
The boat was carrying Ben and his crew of twenty workers and thirty adventurers toward the desolate silhouette of an abandoned island on the horizon.
The creaking of the ship, the murmur of conversations, and the distant calls of seagulls were the only sounds that broke the rhythm of the ocean.
The adventurers, armed with swords and staves, chatted within themselves, their excitement palpable on their faces.
"How the hell does this dungeon never get discovered all this time",
Ben, a seasoned explorer and navigator within the dungeons, said out loud as a map clutched in his hands, observing it carefully. His crew members gathered around him on the deck.
