Austin stood in the resting zone, taking steady breaths to calm his pounding heart. Raijin rested in his grip, humming with tension.
He was in the fourth dungeon.
The shore stretched before him, waves crashing not far from where he stood. This dungeon was close to the ocean—and it showed.
Dozens of crocodile-like humanoid beasts walked across the muddy field ahead. Their limbs were long and webbed, backs lined with translucent fins. Their glowing eyes swept the area, and their skin rippled, shifting colors to match the terrain.
Tough. Fast. Slippery. A nightmare on unstable ground.
Austin has just demiated more than a hundred fish like flying creatures, who didn't give him many points. But these were of different species.
Each one was a solid B- rank—just a step below Austin. One or two wouldn't be a problem. But fifty? In open ground where they could slide and swarm?
It'd be suicide.
But then his eyes caught the glowing numbers above their heads—[200].
