Mark's eyes moved nervously for a second before he calmed down.
The insides of this Dungeon seemed like what he would expect from an Asian mansion: tatami mats, spread-out rooms, huge stairs, and the smell of rust and paper.
But he suddenly became incredibly wary. There were no Demons in sight.
Yet, at the same time, he felt a weird sense of safety. This was inside a Dungeon, and now, there was no issue even if he moved five meters away from Dona.
There was a black veil hugging the walls like a skin, keeping the World Will of the Hunter World away. It was a sort of barrier—Dungeon Barrier, to be exact. This whole mansion was covered and protected by it.
Taking out the key to the handcuff tying him to Dona, he undid it, and Dona looked at the fallen metal curiously.
