The commotion from River's clash against the Dungeon Boss had been impossible to ignore.
The sound of the initial impact rolled through the E-Rank Dungeon like thunder, followed by a deep, gut-rattling rumble that seemed to vibrate through the stone underfoot. Then came the explosion—a deafening roar that split the stale air and sent flocks of swamp birds screaming into the sky.
It was enough to make every Hunter pause mid-swing, mid-step, mid-breath.
Rotlings, those decayed, disgusting creatures that skulked in the foggy muck, screeched and scattered as the tremor passed. A few Hunters instinctively raised their weapons, expecting an ambush, but when no immediate threat came, their attention shifted toward the direction of the blast.
"Was that… the boss's roar?" one muttered, lowering his spear.
No one answered. Instead, all eyes turned toward the far side of the swamp—the deep zone where only the bravest, or the most foolish, dared tread without preparation.
