Dunstan talked to Deputy Manager Hero through the walkie-talkie and told him to come over in the middle of the fight. The latter was surprised because he could hear the battle still ensuing on the other end of the line, but he couldn’t disobey the Chairman’s orders. It was right after he arrived that the battle ended.
Looking over the big space in front of the three crypts now pooled with monster blood and a mountain of monster carcasses, he couldn’t help but be terrified. He unconsciously swallowed the lump that he didn’t realize had formed in his throat.
Dunstan, who was standing beside him, had a different expression plastered on his face.
Dunstan, who was standing beside him, had a different expression plastered on his face.
It wasn’t triumph. It wasn’t pride. It was grim silence
