Kaiden's eyes scanned his team one last time.
They nodded.
Together, they stepped forward.
And vanished from the face of Planet Earth.
Kaiden's boots landed against uneven stone. The moment his vision cleared, dread vibrated through his bones. There was no wind, only the sound of his own heartbeat and those of the people behind him.
They'd arrived.
The shift in atmosphere was incredibly evident, impossible to miss. The oppression wasn't just emotional. It felt architectural. The very air pressed down on their lungs.
It was standard for dungeon entry zones to spawn near relatively safe areas. A brief mercy. Even the desert dungeon, for all its suffocating heat, had given them an oasis to catch their breath.
Would it be the same this time?
Kaiden tapped his temple once, and a familiar interface opened before his right eye. [Harem Vision] — Stream Activated.
The visuals began recording.
