Monica's eyes darted toward the dome behind Sylvia, her fists clenching tightly.
But the tremor in her voice betrayed her—she was no longer as resolute as before.
"Then… doesn't that mean we all need to enter the dungeon quickly to save them? That monster should still be nearby. Can't you handle it—after all, you are S-rank?"
Her hesitant words were met with Sylvia's cold, piercing eyes. Sylvia shook her head, the momentary chill in her gaze softening into her usual carefree expression—but her unempathetic words, wrapped in a layer of righteousness, made Monica feel a chill.
"I am talking about an S-rank monster—a monster that can tear apart many A-rank Espers in seconds. And let's not forget, a dungeon doesn't only have one monster. Can you guarantee they are both even still alive? If you truly want to go in, then start preparing. Stop wasting time with words."
Monica closed her eyes for a moment, realizing she had no choice but to relent.
