"…That was fast," I muttered.
But honestly, the thing tilting its head at us—even while we were armed and clearly intruders—made me question its intelligence. Even for a goblin, that was impressively slow-witted.
Elena let out a small, tense breath.
"Could this be… a dungeon?"
"It seems that way," I replied.
The moment I confirmed it, both Elena and Lisa's expressions tightened.
Their shoulders stiffened, brows furrowed, eyes sharp.
They'd heard about dungeons—of course.
But hearing about one and stepping into the entrance of a real one were two completely different things.
Dungeons weren't simple caves.
They were isolated spaces formed by concentrated mana—nests where monsters spawned endlessly.
Which meant…
"This isn't the time to freeze," I said quietly. "That goblin is calling friends."
"And probably not just goblins…" Elena added, swallowing.
