At the beastkin camp, Lento Roman was sitting on a wooden crate, enjoying a massive piece of roasted meat.
The lion beastman tore off another large bite, chewing with obvious satisfaction. Despite the difficulties they had encountered over the past few days, he seemed perfectly content to enjoy his meal.
"This temple is more troublesome than I expected."
He swallowed before taking another bite.
"We've been here for several days, and we still haven't made any real progress."
Beside him stood a rat beastman with sharp features and a pair of round ears and a thin tail swaying behind him. His name was Iki, one of Lento's trusted subordinates. He glanced toward the pyramid before adjusting the small pouch hanging from his waist.
"That's because the place is practically filled with traps. We've already lost several hours just trying to get past the first few chambers. And those monsters..."
Iki shuddered slightly.
