Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the morning of the third day, Theo stood in front of a bus stop with a spear on his back and comfortable clothes specially created for dungeons on.
"Finally," he muttered, watching the bus approach in the distance.
As it came to a halt and opened its doors, he stepped inside.
His gaze swept across the rows of seats before quickly locking onto a familiar figure in the back.
Owen already had his hand raised, waving him to come over as their eyes met.
"Morning," he said as Theo threw himself on the chair next to him.
Theo let out a small yawn while nodding. "Yeah, good morning."
His gaze swept over Owen, noticing proper clothes before his gaze fell on some strange kind of sledgehammer.
"That's going to be your weapon?" he asked, tilting his head.
Owen smiled, nodding as he held the sledgehammer with both hands.
