The oppressive atmosphere of the basement suddenly thickened, suffocating the air.
"All of you, stop." Mirabella raised one hand, her voice a sharp, commanding whip that immediately halted the eight on their tracks.
Her senses, honed through countless life-and-death struggles, flared with a blaring warning. "There is something else in here! It's a lot stronger than a realm Boss! I will say, it's stronger than ten Realm Bosses. I need all of you to retreat back. Carl, Grace and I will continue from here," she said seriously, her eyes narrowing at the darkness ahead.
Behind the impassive mask of her face, Mirabella's mind was rapidly calculating the survival odds. 'These guys can't die here. If that happens, I will not only lose points, I will also lose valuable assets and Subordinates.' She thought, her pragmatic ruthlessness blending with her duty as their Captain.
