Dungeons here were very different from how they were usually portrayed in the usual novels that had Awakened.
The dungeons in this world had floors and staircases leading the Awakeners upward rather than downward.
The number of floors a dungeon had depended on its rank.
An average D-rank dungeon had three floors.
A C-rank would have four or five. From then on, everything changed.
B-rank dungeons? Twenty floors and above.
A-ranks stretched to fifty.
And then there were S-ranks were also known as world dungeons.
Monstrous things that towered like inverted fortresses, the kind of dungeons whose lower levels had already been cleared by legendary guilds decades ago.
Nobody sane went to an S-rank just to farm.
This one, however, was D-rank.
Just three stairs as the scouting groups had reported.
So it was manageable somewhat.
If the squad didn't screw it up.
Matthias smirked, cracking his neck.
His shadow writhed faintly beneath him, like a stage hand waiting for cue.
