Four hours had passed, and Vale's anxiety spiked as zero messages played in his ears.
While maybe that was a good thing, seeing as messages of kills outside of the dungeon, unless another dungeon was involved, wouldn't be relayed. So he'd only know of deaths.
But that lack of loss, in and of itself, began to worry Vale.
Had something gone wrong?
Had they been forced to retreat before even getting the chance to fight?
After all, it was a measly 55 versus 2,958.
Mias had said that amount was enough to bring victory, but it wasn't like those 55 were super soldiers.
Even with Salome and Toy in the mix, the prospect seemed abysmal.
Especially when considering the possible oracle.
'Tch…'
Without being able to trust Mias, he couldn't even ask what was going on.
In fact, not only could he not trust the guy, but he couldn't help but worry about what Mias was planning.
"Is knowledge really worth your life?"
Awilix, who'd been lying on the ground, yawned and asked:
