After two relentless hours of running, Dusk finally came to a halt before a massive metalic gates buried in the ground. His chest rose and fell heavily, steam rising faintly from his black fur.
Leon slid off his back, boots crunching against the cold earth. His gaze drifted skyward, where the dark clouds were already slithering back into place, swallowing what little sunlight had managed to break through earlier.
'That explosion… it wasn't just overkill. It could've wiped out hundreds—no, thousands of people… and monsters alike. Tch. I really need to sit down and read through all my skill descriptions properly.' His thoughts lingered grimly as he turned his attention toward the dungeon's entrance.
'But first... I will have to explain to Mother and my dear sister, why I have a demon slut with me and why many more women who are crazy for sex are coming to the dungeon.' Leon thought with a neutral expression as he continued to look at the dungeon's closed gates.
