The workers and young shamans were sternly ordered to stay well away from the dungeon.
With that warning given, Marco and Cinderela followed the trail of cracked earth as it disappeared into the depths of the Mystic Forest.
An uneasy silence settled over the training grounds.
No one dared approach the towering structure.
The young shamans instinctively kept their distance — Some drifted toward the well, whispering among themselves, while others sat on wooden stools near the building, unable to move their eyes away from the red glowing entrance.
The workers remained on high alert, patrolling the area and making sure no one wandered anywhere near the dungeon.
"How on earth did a dungeon appear here?" Brad asked, staring at the dungeon from a safe distance.
Zushio let out a sigh. "Seriously… it's like the heavens don't want us to train in peace."
