A Castle in a Blanket of Mist
The euphoric atmosphere of victory enveloped the awakeners.
They laughed as they scavenged the scattered bodies of the drakes, picking up organs and monster cores tucked inside them. These awakeners were proud of themselves after winning the battle against the Drakes.
An F-Class-dominated party had just defeated a horde of middle-class monsters in the orange dungeon. It was a truly outstanding achievement.
It would be a big news story if the media knew about this.
Unfortunately, Their epic battle would only be a story between them. There were no eyewitnesses to their struggle. In the end, it would be nonsense if they told anyone else.
Still, they enjoyed the victory immensely.
"Aw! What are you doing!" A man spontaneously screamed in pain as a slap landed on his thigh. Wincing in pain, he looked annoyed at the blonde-haired girl treating him.
"Shut up! Don't move too much. I'm treating you, idiot!"