Deep Shit
He almost thought he had lost her or she would also go into sleep mode along with the dungeon, though she said she would be with him as a proxy, he hadn't heard from her since he drained his core mana, but here she was.
He felt joy at having another relatively sharper mind with him.
Mira held Seth's mouth closed immediately he tried talking and said quietly to him.
"Don't say or do anything, every time we try to ambush them, immediately we get past this point, we always get discovered, or something starts going wrong; we should slowly retreat."
Seth nodded, his gaze shifting to the outskirts of the camp.
He decided to quietly converse with Zera in his head
He noticed something unusual: a stack of wooden crates guarded more heavily than the other supplies.
"Those crates,"
he whispered, gesturing toward them.
"What do you think they're for?"
Mira squinted, her expression darkening.