"Tch…Why are we with this darned rookie…"
"I get that he's the strongest amongst his peers but…isn't he simply a liability?"
"Great, there goes our chances of being the dungeon conquerors…"
As the majestic sun hung high in the sky, seven youngsters below the age of twenty-seven marched along a well-trodden path.
Two weeks have passed since Luna's party, which Shye was a part of, left Balkrow in hopes of being the conquerors of the (A-) ranked Polva Mana Dungeon.
The said dungeon, although not on the same level as the world-renowned Ambrose, was quite the troublemaker in eastern Valenzia.
Polva had existed for a little over three years, and as of today, no adventurer party has managed to clear it.
Consequently, three nearby towns and five poverty-stricken villages withered—their lands dry, flora and fauna—dead.
Although the extent of damage was still fairly small, things were slowly heading in an unwanted direction.
