Along the stone walls on either side, numerous black holes of varying sizes gaped like the hollow eyes of some ancient beast, each one exhaling a cold, damp breeze that sent chills crawling across Max's skin.
"Are these… the Black Dog dens?" Max muttered, his brows knitting tightly.
The warning of Blob echoed in his mind: Black Dogs are social creatures. "Where there is one, there are many. Lead one out, and a pack will surely follow. And where there is a pack, there is always a king."
That thought alone was enough to make Max tense. According to the ancient map he had acquired from the elders, the Black Dog King that resided in this abyss was said to have reached the peak of the Legend Rank.
That was a creature so powerful that even with his current strength, defeating it head-on would be reckless.
