"A little early to be telling me this, no?"
Alan complained to his communicator as he kept flying through the clouds. The carrier struggling to catch up with him. Shortly after leaving Sacramento, much to everyone's delight, the group was busy beyond belief.
They were expected to clear a minimum of three dungeons every day, along with dealing with a hundred monsters in the surrounding area. Each and every single day was a grueling experience for the entire convoy.
The monsters and dungeons here were different than the ones back in Phoenix City, they didn't rely on numbers but individual strengths. Each Guild had to go on multiple raids in a single day, with Alan and Amanda stepping in if things got too serious.
It was annoying, but then again, it was his job to take care of the little brats, so Alan didn't complain much. Besides, every day of travel meant he was getting closer to the beach he was born at. Where [Dominatus] came to be.
