A massive impact rocks the dungeon. True Element, an A-rank party, is fighting a goblin general. Countless other parties are caught in their own fights. The guild's defense against the dungeon flood, which was so structured at the start, has degenerated into a melee.
"I've got the stairs! Watch my back!" A B-rank shielder is blocking the downward staircase, stopping more monsters from spilling in. Lower-ranking adventurers like myself are tasked with hunting down easy monsters before they sneak attack key defenders like him.
This flood has two bosses: the goblin general, and a death knight. The next-strongest party, Lasting Victory, is fighting the death knight. Once the bosses drop, the rest of the monsters will retreat downstairs. But, while they're here...
"Arise, my comrades!" the death knight shouts. Several fallen goblin combatants rise to their feet. They lock their gazes on the shielder blocking the stairway.
"Fire wall!" Marcus, the magician from Aura Midnight, creates a flaming barrier between us and most of the monsters.
"Go! We've got this!" Jord shouts before rushing the lone hobgoblin on our side of the wall.
I begin sprinting toward the undead mob. The chaos of battle continues around me. An adventurer whizzes past me, launched by some powerful monster. He grazes my leg, breaking my balance, forcing me to tumble. I roll onto my feet and continue running. May a healer reach him in time.
I reach the undead mob, jump with my running start, and land a flying kick on one of the goblin zombies. It disintegrates into dust. I've learned to strike with holy power. Now, I stand between the shielder and the rest of the undead. Their gazes find me and lock on.