When Aestrea finally reached the volcano, he didn't see anything strange.
It was already weird that a dungeon was this big—it was the size of a whole island. But even after pushing his mana out as far as it could go, he still didn't find anything.
"Ugh... how am I supposed to clear this?" he muttered, sitting down on a big, black rock near the edge.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the hot air rising from the volcano's hole.
"The name of the dungeon is Red Slayer... Red Slayer..." he repeated the name slowly, hoping it might help him figure something out.
But unfortunately, it didn't.
"Well... the snakes were red, I guess," he mumbled, scratching the side of his head, saying the kind of random stuff you say when your brain's stuck and you're bored.
After a long pause, he stood up and dusted off his hands.
"There's only one thing left to do, I guess."
