Barging In

Going through his skill list, he saw very few skills that didn't have a level next to their names. He wondered how the system determined what should have levels and what shouldn't.

He cared little about it, though. His full attention snapped back to his surroundings as he arrived at the edge of a mountain that gave him a view of the dungeon entrance.

Looking down below him, Astaroth almost laughed. The number of players defending the dungeon entrance here was pitiful, at best.

And from the looks of it, they weren't any stronger than the lackeys defending the entrances to the mountain range. They were probably just there as a threat or warning to others whose turf they were on.

But to Astaroth, these poor saps were merely an appetizer. His melding with White was over, and he was ready to meld with Luna.