After the grueling battle deep inside the berserk dungeon, the group emerged victorious. The dungeon had collapsed, its corruption eradicated by Incursio's overwhelming power.
Now, they stood at the edge of civilization once more, their battle-worn bodies aching for rest.
Ahead of them stretched a small city, nestled between rolling green hills and surrounded by white stone walls. The city had an almost picturesque charm, with cobblestone streets, red-roofed buildings, and glowing lanterns illuminating the night.
The air smelled of freshly baked bread, grilled meat, and sweet fruit wine—a stark contrast to the stench of death and battle they had just endured.
Alex turned to his companions, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Let's take a break. We deserve it."
The group entered through the city gates, their imposing presence turning heads.
