As the young warriors of the horned tribe emerged from the True Dungeon, their hearts still pounding from their victory, they were greeted by an unexpected sight. Standing at the entrance, arms crossed and a smug grin on his face, was Wallace. Beside him were his Mana Knights, each one exuding a palpable aura of strength and confidence.
Wallace's laughter echoed through the clearing. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Did you really think you could just walk out of here like nothing happened? Did you think we would disappear like some hologram?"
The young warriors froze, their eyes wide with shock and confusion. Jarek stepped forward, his face pale. "But... we defeated your knights inside the dungeon. How are you here?"
Wallace chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You really thought you had us, didn't you? Do you think we're that easy to take down?"