"Rumble..."
The moment the lever was pulled, the huge lift began to slowly rise upward amid a faint trembling.
Adventurers who've been soaking in the Sain Dungeon year-round have summed up an experience: generally, the time they spend on the lift is when they're relatively safest, with a high chance of not being attacked by Monsters.
Except for Sick Village. That damned place doesn't follow this rule thanks to Blowguns.
"We can finally catch our breath here..."
Fingerley's voice was tainted with exhaustion. With a dull "thud," he dropped straight down onto the lift, his Armor crashing against the wooden floor with a heavy sound.
As the lift slowly rose, his appearance gradually came into view.
The first thing that slowly came up from below was... a big boar's head?
Wasn't that the giant wild boar from just now?
