"Ah, I've said it before, the waters in the Human Kingdom are deep, newbies can't handle it at all, one careless move and you're done for... "
Staring at the names dimming one by one on the team list and the frantic complaints of novice players in the chat channel, Dema sighed helplessly.
Well, this time the boss run is for nothing.
However... if we can rescue Old John, maybe we can make up for it.
A rough kick came from behind, and Dema was kicked into a dungeon.
The dungeon was dark and damp, with only dim magical lamps on the walls emitting a faint glow, visibility was poor.
However, being an Elf, Dema naturally had strong night vision, allowing him to see his surroundings clearly.
This seemed to be a rather expansive dungeon, its end not visible, while on both sides in the cages, many prisoners were held.
Vaguely, Dema seemed to hear an indistinct prayer coming from deep within the dungeon, not from one voice but a group of people praying sincerely.
