The space bent around them as the mines shifted, and everything inside warped into what felt like a form of spaghettification from a black hole. The wolves and the team were now inside of Beastaria, not in a dungeon of Beastaria, but in the vast, infinite surface of the Mythic Realm, where everything could change at any moment.
The wolves lunged at them, but Elesch swiftly took them out, without even breaking a sweat. Her rapier glowed with purple-black hues, covered in blood, which she cleaned by flinging it before sheathing it.
"Those monsters may have been only D-rank. We have to be careful now. We are inside Beastaria, and I'm sure none of us really have been in the true depths of Beastaria."
Everyone looked at each other and agreed with Nova. They had only been inside the dungeons of Beastaria, seeing only the beauty of it through the transparent barriers that the dungeons had, but never truly stepping into the depths.
