The shadows danced on the walls of the cramped corridor as Ash and his team descended deeper into the dungeon.
The team, a mix of A and B-Ranked adventurers, fanned out around Ash, weapons at the ready. The air was thick with the musky scent of monster dung, a warning of the dangers that awaited them.
Ash led the team with a silent confidence, his eyes scanning the dimly lit passage for signs of danger.
The first sign came with a guttural growl from the shadows, and the team sprung into action.
As the creatures lunged from the shadows, Ash caught a glimpse of their monstrous forms.
They were wild, canine-like creatures with long fangs and razor-sharp claws, their yellow eyes shining in the low light.
Ash's team was a diverse group, a mix of fighters, mages, and support units. The fighter, a burly human named Gregor, brandished a massive two-handed sword, ready to cleave the beasts in two.
