"Who are you people, and what do you want?" Verso asked, his knuckles whitening as he tightened his grip on the Black Scythe.
He stared at the three men standing across from him. They were not just laughing at him, but also were looking at the group with a predatory look almost as if they had done this a hundred times before.
They were clearly not candidates partaking in the exam.
'How did they get in here?'
The dungeon gate was supposedly locked down for the exam. But as Verso scanned their clothes, he got the answer he was looking for.
Their gear was pretty high end, but it was slightly tattered, covered in layers of old salt stains and dried monster blood that looked days old.
'They didn't break in,' Verso realized, a chill running down his spine.
'They were here before the exam even started.'
"They are after Han," Lua gasped out.
