Abyss Tyrant and the Owl monster, carrying Erikson on his back, finally emerged. They surfaced at the entrance of the underground—a dried-up fountain that once sat in the heart of the city.
Well, it still existed in the center of the city. The only problem was that the entire layout had gone haywire since the buildings were now used to form mazes, trapping monsters within to easily defeat them.
As they climbed out of the fountain basin, figures were already approaching from the distance.
Behind Abyss Tyrant, the Owl monster glanced around, mumbling to himself.
"Doesn't look like last time... hmm."
Abyss Tyrant walked forward casually, his pace steady despite the fact that they might be walking into a nightmare.
The people approaching—now standing before them—were Helena, Ellis, and two other guys from Tharion Citadel.
"Night Terror!"
Ellis shouted and sprinted forward.
"Oh, thank the stars! You're alright!"
