While Noah and Damien sleeping at their dormitory.
Back to dungeon.
The dungeon entrance was quiet at this hour.
Most of the staff who had been on duty during the day had been replaced by a smaller night crew, their temporary lights casting a steady white glow across the trampled ground in front of the stone arch. The forest around them was dark and still.
The woman who had taken Noah's report was standing near the station when the vehicle arrived.
She watched the man step out and walk toward her.
Late twenties. Short black hair, green eyes, more than six feet tall. He wore a dark grey suit with no visible armor over it, which on anyone else in this situation would have looked like poor preparation. On him it simply looked like a choice. His expression as he approached was completely indifferent, taking in the setup, the staff, the entrance, all of it, without any particular reaction.
She straightened and gave a respectful nod.
