Jet walked slowly through the large and expansive plains that stretched far into the distance beyond where he eyes could see. He had been walking for a couple of hours, and had come across a few monsters, but instead of killing them, he just went around them, making sure to keep his distance.
His Grandfather, who had participated in the last Divinity's Bout, had told him that there was a small dungeon in the Azure Plains. Its difficulty was not high, and any Mid B rank being could clear it if they took their time. In fact, this dungeon had been the reason why their family had rocketed into wealth, but his grandfather had not been worthy enough to claim the dungeon for himself.
The sound of rustling grass reached Jet's ears, and he quickly ducked down. His senses were one of the best amongst the people he knew, especially his hearing, so he was sure that he had managed to hide before whoever was coming that way spotted him.