In structure, it resembled less a rank of chaos and more a reinforced prison cell designed to contain something monstrous. Four guardians in the seven-star rank. And one overlord.
A legendary rank beast king.
A decade earlier, waves of adventurers had marched toward it, greed gleaming brighter than caution.
They sought rare treasures, rare achievements, rare glory.
Most had left in pieces. Over time, numbers dwindled. Then stopped entirely. For the past eighteen months, no one had even attempted entry.
Kiara had originally planned to clear a different dungeon in the Southern Wolf Duchy.
That was before Taslan had dissolved under concentrated firepower like a candle struck by lightning.
However, the victory had altered her calculations. The emergency quest rewards were too enticing to ignore.
So she gambled.
