A black shadow passed over them. The exit of the dungeon was an open path, with no roof. It gave way to a cloudy, red sky.
"What was that?" the mage asked.
The swordsman held up his hand. The other two stopped.
"Was it a mob?"
"Of course it wasn't! Mobs dont attack you in uncommon dungeons."
"Shh!" the swordsman hissed. He reached for his sword.
"What are you doing? There aren't any dangerous mobs!"
"Be quiet! I'm trying to listen!"
"Listen?" the lancer scoffed. "To what?"
"The beating of wings."
The mage and the lancer exchanged glances. Anxiety crept up their bodies adn into their skulls. They readied an attack, raising their long weapons in both hands.
"In some dungeons," the swordsman exposited, "there's a 2% chance that a dangerous mob will appear. The odds are so low, that it hardly happens. But, the odds are high enough that it spawns once a week."
"A mob?" the mage whispered.
The swordsman nodded. "No one has lived to see it, but those outside the dungeon have reported that the rarity of a dungeon has jumped to legendary when it spawns. The mob is so dangerous that it can wipe out all of the other mobs in the matter of seconds!"
The mage shivered.
Several minutes passed by. The lancer snorted, standing upright. He was taller than the other two, standing half a foot over them as he stood upright. "BS. That's just a rumor. There's no way a mob can just randomly spawn in a dungeon!"
No one said anything.
"Let's keep moving. I'd like to make it to graduation this year, ya know."
The swordsman didn't move. His eyes were on the skies.
"Come on!" the lancer shouted. "Let's-"
Suddenly, a loud shriek filled the air. The horrible noise deafened the hunters for a moment. A ripple ran over the swordsman and the mage's heads. Hard air whipped past them. They dropped their items to cover their ears.
The mage turned to ask the swordsman a question. He didn't hear her. His ears were bleeding. And so were hers.
After a few seconds, they regained their hearing. The mage was shouting.
"Hey! Can't you hear me? I asked you what that noise was?"
The swordsman blinked. "What?" He looked dazed. THen eh swallowed. His ears popped. "That noise was it. The mystery mob.It's here."
The mage blanched. He dropped to pick up her staff. She shoved the hilt of the swordsman's sword into his palm. "Thanks," he said.
Then they turned around to their comrade. His spear was on the ground. His arms hung limply at his side.
The mage screamed in horror.
The lancer's head was missing! Something had torn it off.