Chapter 8: Ch 8: Slow Progress- Part 1
The gate shimmered like liquid glass as Fenrir stepped through it, leaving behind the bright lights of the Dungeon Association and entering a place of stagnant air and unnatural silence.
A cold wind blew past him, rustling the dry, thorny bushes that dotted the narrow canyon-like terrain.
The sky here was a dull gray, the kind of light that made shadows heavy and distances deceptive. This was the F-class dungeon—a place so low-ranked it wasn't even guarded.
Fenrir glanced at his system screen, fingers moving with practiced ease to call up the only function he'd found even remotely useful.
"Body analysis."
He muttered.
A faint hum echoed in his ear as the system responded:
[Body Status
Attack: 2
Defense: 2
Stamina: 3