Void slipped out of the sanctuary, making sure Blade was stable after his hybrid transformation. "Stay put till I'm back," he barked, the sanctuary's glowing grass dimming as he sealed the rift. Blade's new power was a gamble, but Aaron was betting on it to beef up his crew in this dog-eat-dog reincarnated world.
He picked an S-rank dungeon he'd been dying to hit—the Ice Queen Dungeon. Its rep for brutal fights was like a siren call to his hybrid instincts, a chance to flex his bloodline and system skills, finally listening to the system's nagging about pushing his limits.
The dungeon's entrance was a jagged gash in a frozen cliff, snow swirling like it was daring him to step in. A hunter stood guard, hand twitching on his blade. "ID and booking receipt," he growled, sizing Void up.
