In the morning, the sun cast a golden hue over Toraz town as Baron Wallace and his army of Mana Knights assembled before the entrance of the True Dungeon.
The air was thick with tension, each warrior standing tall, their expressions hardened with resolve. They had spent the week fortifying their defenses, training rigorously, and preparing for the inevitable clash.
Wallace, clad in his formidable ancestral predator armor, stood at the forefront. His steel-blue eyes scanned the surroundings, noting the readiness in his men. He had deliberately chosen not to reveal the full extent of his power.
Myarsten, his loyal Steel Buffalo, and the four shadow wolves remained hidden, their presence concealed to maintain the element of surprise.
Butler Mendez, always a pillar of support, stood beside him. "Are you certain about this, my Lord?" he asked, his voice low yet filled with concern. "The enemy underestimates us, and it may be our only advantage."
