Ten minutes passed in silent anticipation.
This eerie tranquility was only interrupted by a cold, domineering waft of foreign Aether rushing through the dungeon.
'They're here…'
Steadying his leg and leveling his chair, Vale closed his eyes and waited for the announcement from the voice.
After a few moments passed, it came.
[A challenger has entered the dungeon]
A few more followed.
[A challenger has entered the dungeon]
[A challenger has entered the dungeon]
[A challenger has entered the dungeon]
[A challenger has entered the dungeon]
Yet, it stopped there…
'Thank the gods!'
Vale took a deep breath as he listened to the uneven rhythm caused by the sabatons smashing against the dungeon floor as the small group descended the ramp.
The first to reach the bottom of the ramp was…
'Scarface.'
The old man showed only a hint of confusion upon seeing Vale sitting in a chair, waiting to greet him.
