Sirius and the group navigated the depths of the dungeon, making their way through the darkness. They had already left the deepest corners, where the darkness took on a foggy form, blurring their vision and making every step a struggle. But now, the green flame lanterns cast their dim light far and wide, offering far better visibility. It wasn't perfect, but it was an improvement over the murkier depths of the second level. Night prowlers were scarce here, and even rank-one prowlers seemed few and far between—proof that they were nearing the corridors leading to the third level.
"The third level, huh?" Sirius muttered under his breath. According to Raiden's intel, this level was home to the tetramaulers from the first level, though here, they were all rank two. But the real horrors of this level, Raiden had warned, were the Razorback Ravagers.
