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A few days later.
In the dim light of the evening, the adventurers made camp at the edge of a dark and brooding forest.
The trees seemed to loom over them like watchful sentinels, and a chill hung in the air, hinting at the dangers that lay ahead.
With a shared sense of purpose, the adventurers set to work. Tents were raised, fires were lit, and rations were distributed.
As the night wore on, the adventurers gathered around their campfires, sharing stories, jokes, and the occasional stiff drink.
But through the laughter and camaraderie, there was a deeper tension, a silent acknowledgment that this might be their last chance to enjoy such moments.
For beyond the trees, in the darkness, the dungeon waited.
It seemed to emanate a sense of malevolent power, as if its very presence tainted the air.
The S-ranked adventurers, particularly, felt its pull, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.
