Solemn silence gripped the group like a chokehold. No one spoke, no one moved. Their expressions were pale and hollow, a mixture of disbelief, humiliation, and despair.
Two hours.
That wasn't even enough time to properly set up camp, much less conquer a mid-tier dungeon. But Ethan—no, Leon Grimveil—had not just conquered it… he was devouring it.
Their original plan had involved resting between battles, gradually wearing down the Goblin forces, taking care not to overextend. In their minds, they would triumph together against the Goblin King after a hard-fought journey.
But now?
That vision had been reduced to ash.
Their pride as elite members of Desperado—shattered. Completely and utterly shattered.
Elira clenched her fists, trembling. "We're not even going to get one kill…"
