The moment Clayton noticed a group of people approaching, he grew alert. He walked slowly but carefully, his skeletons moving in formation beside him.
Meanwhile, across the street, a scruffy group of men chatted animatedly.
"Hahaha! I'm glad you all came with me! We're gonna strike it big in this dungeon raid!" one of them shouted.
"Yeah! We believe in you, Bravus!" another replied enthusiastically.
The group cheered, further inflating Bravus's already oversized ego. As usual, he'd been wasting his days partying and chasing fleeting pleasures. But by chance, he had overheard talk of a newly discovered dungeon—one that had reportedly made people rich overnight.
That caught his interest. Bravus wanted in.
There was just one problem: all his former subordinates had died due to his recklessness. Now, he had no one to raid with.
Fortunately, he remembered a certain gambling boss who commanded a sizeable crew. So, Bravus went to him and begged for help.
