The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

Dozens of humans slowly emerged from various areas surrounding us. Although the distance between us and them was quite significant, I felt an overwhelming sense of pressure from each person.

Encircling the entire area seemed impossible, even with a thousand people in this massive basin. Yet, a few dozen individuals had surrounded us. Still, it felt as though thousands had us cornered with no way out.

I looked around. The humans were diverse in appearance. A man towered over two meters tall, with an abnormally broad-shouldered, inverted triangle physique. There was a woman with her eyes covered by thick, black fabric. Her elegant, well-proportioned face was offset by her chest. Although her chest was larger than her head, it strangely didn't feel unnatural.

Even blindfolded, she gracefully navigated the treacherous cliffs and sat casually at the edge of a long staircase. The rest of the group, dozens in total, either stood or sat comfortably, watching us.

An old man with his head wrapped tightly in a thick, deep blue turban approached us from the front. He appeared to be the leader.

I glanced around and asked Rena, "Do you recognize any of them?"

Rena pointed at a gaunt man standing calmly on the left. "A few. I see one of the promotion examiners."

The promotion examiner nodded slightly in greeting to her before stepping back. The turbaned old man then walked forward slowly, holding a staff. Intricate runic symbols spiraled along its surface, carved in delicately.

He expressed his gratitude. "Thank you for accepting our invitation."

The gray robe he wore suited him perfectly. It was incomparable to the absurd garb Rubia used to wear. He looked like someone who had spent his entire life wearing such robes. The staff trembled slightly, emitting a faint white glow.

"Are you a magician?"