Chapter 12: Hunter Hunted (2)
Some time ago, inside the dungeon.
"Hey! Stay with me, you fucking bastard!" Alena, a freelance mage, cursed under her breath, dragging a man in a bulky armour with her. "I warned you to eat less, but no! You just had to turn into a blob!"
"Leave... me..." Jackson, the man in the armour, mumbled, his mind slowly fading.
Alena and Jackson were level 15 freelancers who worked with guilds on a contractual basis. Since they had the same circle, they would often be teamed up and, over the years, had gotten to know each other quite well.
Today was supposed to be just one of the many times they entered a dungeon together. Only this time had they stumbled upon an irregular Dungeon.
Jackson had opposed the idea of entering the place, but under Alena and the rest of the party's insistence, he joined them. It was a mistake he immediately regretted once they encountered Ratlings.
Once again, Jackson suggested they should leave, but everyone else, including Alena, declined. While he was dead set on going, he did not want to leave Alena alone and continued with the expedition.
However, their luck got worse and worse. They knew it was the end when they encountered a level 27 minotaur as the dungeon boss.
The Minotaur looked famished and on the verge of dying. That's why the party decided to take it on, sell its corpse to the Scribes guild for research, and get some money from them.