The eerie silence of the Forbidden Floor was shattered by the growl that reverberated through the mist. The sound wasn't just loud—it was primal, resonating deep in my chest like the roar of some ancient predator. My fingers twitched, the weight of my blade suddenly feeling heavier. Raijū snarled in response, its electric arcs illuminating the thick black fog around us.
Grandma, unfazed as ever, glanced at the team behind us. "Stay close. If you get separated, you won't survive."
Her words were blunt, but no one argued. Even the most seasoned S-rank explorers in the group tightened their grips on their weapons. This wasn't a dungeon where ego had any place.
"Do you recognize that sound?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"No," Grandma replied, her sharp gaze scanning the darkness. "But whatever it is, it's hunting us."
: This is straight out of a nightmare.
: UNKNOWN better flex those EX-rank skills.
