River opened his eyes, and the world around him had completely changed.
"Interesting," he muttered, his gaze scanning the eerie landscape.
He didn't know much about this dungeon—just the brief summary listed on the Hunter's website. That alone told him it probably didn't hold any major significance in the original timeline. Most F-Rank and E-Rank dungeons were forgettable. They appeared, they were cleared, and then they vanished from memory. Only a rare few among the lower ranks ever caused enough trouble to make history. This clearly wasn't one of them.
Still, River remained cautious.
Above, a pale moon hung unnaturally high, casting a cold, silvery light over a forest swallowed by death. The trees—twisted and leafless—stood like skeletal sentinels, their bark cracked and gray. Many bent inward, their spindly branches drooping toward the ground as if bowing to the oppressive air that lingered throughout the dungeon.
The silence was heavy, almost unnatural.
