Confrontation
Alex walked quickly toward the dungeon. He thought about entering through the door, but he could lose time by encountering a monster that had escaped the guild members or retracing his steps towards the boss room. His best action was to jump back in through the hole he and the werewolf had created when he got out.
The young elf had to make an opening for himself in the middle of the crowd. People of all races looked at him with surprise, awe, and shock.
"He doesn't have a single scratch…" a voice echoed in the crowd.
"He killed that monster alone?" a feminine voice asked.
"Isn't he the same who killed Morg, the White Fang?" a dwarf asked from below.
Alex looked at them with the most neutral face he could muster. Some clapped for him, others cheered, but most silently observed. Others walked toward the werewolf to examine it closely.