Kyle ran through the city, his new suit getting soaked with sweat. He'd asked for directions at the Guild, and now headed north as fast as he could.
"Stupid," he muttered to himself. "One chance to prove yourself and you blow it."
The city thinned out around him, buildings giving way to open countryside. His lungs burned, but he kept pushing. According to the Guild member, the dungeon had appeared in the hills just beyond the northern farms.
After an hour of running, he spotted it—a dark c***k in the hillside, surrounded by trampled grass and boot prints. The entrance wasn't impressive, just a narrow opening in the rock, but the air around it felt wrong somehow.
He stopped to catch his breath, hands on his knees. The Guild team had a head start of hours. They could be deep inside by no
