Leon silently followed the group of cultivators as they made their way through the dense forest.
The thick canopy of leaves overhead cast dappled shadows on the ground, and the air was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls.
Despite the natural beauty surrounding them, there was an underlying tension in the group. Every step forward brought them closer to the Verdant Maze dungeon, and the cultivators knew that danger lurked in every corner of this ancient forest.
Rynar led the way, his imposing figure at the head of the group.
His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, ever vigilant for any threats.
Fredrick had unexpectedly left, had it been he had joined the dungeon raid also, Leon wouldn't hesitate to kill him if the chance showed itself.
Leon, staying near the back of the group, kept his senses sharp. He knew better than to underestimate the dangers ahead, especially with the presence of his enemies so close.
