The dungeon in the wasteland between Rabat, Palanque and Calven had two entrances, but it showed a strange feature where the passage wouldn’t open unless attacked from both sides at the same time.

  Of course, breaking in was a way to enter it, but in ancient dungeons, each action could lead to another variable, so it wasn’t a welcomed opinion.

  ‘Isn’t it likely to be a magical barrier?’


  Perry Martinez, the commander of exploration team 1, thought.

  There were usually 3 types of ancient dungeons.

  A Hero’s tomb.

  A God’s Remains.

  And magical barriers which were created by an unknown phenomenon.

  Among them, the characteristics which often occur in finding a dungeon were the magical barrier type.

  Neither a Hero's tomb nor a God's remains type of dungeon would feel like this.

  Being a beacon for those who fell behind, a being walked in the lead, with a gentle smile.

  Airn Pareira, walking with a holy and noble air, smiled at Ilya and Lulu and then at Perry.

  “Sorry. We arrived a little later than expected,”


  “…”


  Airn Pareira, who returned 100% of his party’s trust, stood ahead of the old magician with a dignified figure like a hero.