"What is happening? Why are the beasts targeting us?"
"I don't know! All I want right now is to leave this forsaken place."
"This abyss is getting more dangerous with each passing day."
"You're right… If this continues, it's only a matter of time before…."
The speaker did not finish the sentence.
He did not need to.
The group of awakeners fled frantically through the rocky terrain, constantly glancing over their shoulders.
Their faces were etched with dread and panic, their breathing ragged from exhaustion.
The strongest among them was a Level 13 Berserker. The weakest was a Level 11 Hunter.
Ordinarily, such a group would command respect among most awakeners on the first floor. Their combined strength was more than sufficient to hunt mid-tier beasts.
Yet now, they were fleeing as though death itself pursued them.
After running for what felt like an eternity, they finally slowed to a halt behind a ridge of jagged stone.
