Rambosa City. The Duke's Mansion.
The Duke, Eloit Von Lancer, stood by the massive glass window of his office, a glass of expensive red wine swirling gently in his hand.
He was waiting.
It had been barely an hour since he deployed the Four Great Dragons.
By his calculations, based on their flight speed and attack power, they should have reached the Jaun Land, turned that wretched Nameless Dungeon into a crater, and be on their victory lap by now.
"Any minute now," he muttered, a smug, self-satisfied grin stretching across his face. "That 'Shadow of Victims' thinks he can play god just because he has a few high-level mobs? Let's see him handle four Calamity-class monsters."
He took a sip of his wine, savoring the taste of victory.
In his mind, this was just another corporate takeover.
He had the resources, he had the assets, and he had the leverage. The dungeon was just a rival startup that needed to be crushed before it went public.
