At this moment, having just learned from Anleisi's mouth that Sain's claws have reached Scameroon, Megan was utterly desolate.
Where could she run to? She was even more unfamiliar with other countries near Scameroon, probably couldn't speak the language, and what's more, is she supposed to keep running for the rest of her life? What if Sain's claws reach further in the future?
It's still the same old saying.
"Scameroon is already chaotic enough; what could the appearance of the Sain Dungeon bring that's worse than war?"
Unlikely, right?
But her intuition was frantically warning her.
Megan slumped in her chair, thinking for a long, long time, and finally clenched her teeth and stomped her foot, making the bravest decision of her life.
"I'm not running anymore! I'm going to save myself!"
She knows a way to deal with dungeons.
