As the ashes of the battle settled down and the last of the demons lost their lives, the adventurers stood amidst the destruction, staring at the battlefield with shocked and puzzled faces. They couldn't comprehend it; they were facing death just an hour ago, hopelessness drowning them as they fought the demons coming out of an S-class dungeon.
None could believe; that the battle was already over. They held their weapons, looking at the shadows and listening to the faintest of sounds, worried that they might be taken down by a surprise attack.
One of the wizards, a woman in her late teens looked around with a scared face, pointing her bloodied staff at the dead demons. At the corner of her vision, she saw something move and instinctively screamed, unleashing a fire bolt at it.
