At the Shadow Clan headquarters, whispers and urgent orders filled the darkened halls. The elders had decided to send a contingent of hunters back to the dungeon, not for glory, not for vengeance, but for one clear purpose: to map its twisting corridors and tunnels. The high-tier mana crystals rumored to lie within were worth a king's ransom, coveted across nations, and the Shadow Clan had no intention of leaving them for anyone else. Billions of gold in raw magical energy awaited those bold enough to claim it.
The hunters entered the dungeon with cautious steps, weapons drawn and eyes scanning every shadow. At first, the air seemed calm, too calm, but as they advanced, the grim truth became undeniable. Bodies littered the floor, torn and bloodied, remnants of the last expedition. The stench of death was thick, curling into their noses and sticking to their throats.
