RROOOOARRRR
It was loud, bellowing roars. They were so loud that it felt like the air shook.
This call was also familiar.
Fortified-level monsters, and they were getting closer.
In retrospect, they were already lucky not to have encountered a mob of them already. For better or for worse, even when they were at the border, they had already landed in the Level 2 Danger Zone.
Like this, the group scrambled to contain their camp, with Finn having to take some of their items into one of his spaces. They decided to move a bit further back from the border this time.
After spending time in level 2 and at the borders, they concluded that maybe hanging around on the borders of level 1 was enough. Before, the border was sparsely populated by toughened levels; now the numbers there were akin to the previous level 2.
They continued on because they wanted to check the situation in level 2, wondering if it was the same as before.
