The Boss had been slain.
The great heroes had fallen.
However, if there was a silver lining, it was the mere fact that, just like before—when the lights of Mass Teleportation flashed out—everyone suddenly found themselves on the ground floor.
The thousands of Adventurers—an approximate number of 5,700—made it to the place where it all began.
The stony walls of the Dungeon's door echoed with salvation, and every single soul who gazed upon it cried tears of joy and raised their hands in victory.
In terms of loot, not many things were gained from the mission. Sure, the Adventurers were able to take many Items and ores from whatever Zones they found themselves in, but those were simply the ones lying around.
No one had the time to actively search for treasures of mine the heck out of the Dungeons.
