"How many?" Niklas demanded, his hand already on his sword.
Su Ye'un's expression remained taut. "Fifty, maybe sixty. Double what the records indicated."
A ripple of concern passed through the group. Erika swore under her breath while Divo began checking his bowstring with renewed intensity.
"That's... unusual," Mother said carefully, her eyes flicking briefly to me.
I felt a cold weight settle in my stomach. This is my fault.
The realization struck me with certainty—my presence, my system, my blessing was affecting the dungeon. Just like when I'd chosen my class and the system had recognized it, just like when I'd gained skills and leveled up. The dungeon was responding to me.
"Any sign of the hobgoblin shaman?" Rosalia asked, interrupting my thoughts.
Su Ye'un nodded grimly. "Leading from the rear. He's carrying a staff wrapped in what looks like human skin."
Of course he is, I thought bitterly. Probably has enhanced abilities too, thanks to me being here.
