Runa observed the chamber walls with a mixture of terror and fascination that she simply could not hide.
Her hands were visibly trembling as she tried to maintain her grip on the straps of her blacksmithing equipment.
The air within the S-rank dungeon was heavy, thick with a density of mana unlike anything she had ever experienced back in the mines or in human cities.
By now, it had become abundantly clear that she was standing before a group of people possessing an utterly absurd level of power.
However, what finally shattered her composure was catching a glimpse of Beatrice.
The demon moved with a fluid grace that did not belong to the world of the living, her horns standing out sharply under the dim light of the room.
The dwarf's expression shifted into something akin to seeing a ghost.
Her eyes widened so much it seemed as if they might pop right out of their sockets, and she began to pull back instinctively, looking for the exit.
