"What the hell…" Mark said, standing completely still, his gaze fixed on the darkness of the corridor.
His eyes swept the dark passage searching for any sign of movement, any shadow out of place, anything that might explain what he had just heard.
But there was nothing.
'I clearly heard someone calling me… it wasn't my imagination. That voice said my name.'
And that was precisely the problem.
Nobody in this world called him Mark — even his subordinates called him Master.
So who the hell was calling him from the depths of a hundred-floor dungeon?
"Master!!"
At hearing his name again Mark flinched.
But now the voice wasn't coming from inside the dungeon — it was coming from outside.
"What are you doing?!" Rose shouted from the dungeon entrance, where she was already standing with the rest of the group. "We all came out already, move it!"
Mark blinked in confusion and turned toward the entrance.
