Side story: The great evacuation

But I do vaguely remember this name. Could it be... a name that appeared in a work before my soul transmigrated?

Now, Galan has somewhat forgotten about the past.

Memories of the past are like fragmented scenes from a movie in this completely fragmented world, forever left in the past.

He has long since let go of this matter, realizing that where he is doesn't matter; what matters is living a good life no matter where he goes.

Galan glanced at Lia, who had plopped down beside him, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. What a difficult girl! When will she ever understand the weight of this feeling...?

Why are you suddenly smiling at me?

Lia noticed that Galan was looking at her, so she turned her head to look at him as well, only to find a gentle smile on his face. She asked him with some confusion.

"Because I thought of something really fun." Galan gave a casual, evasive answer, grinning as he said, "So what is it?" Lia was clearly not satisfied with this answer and was eager to hear the truth.

"Guess!" Lia pouted a little, scratching her face with her little hands, thinking there was dust or something on it, which made Galan laugh.

No matter how she tried to wipe it away, Lia noticed that Galan was still laughing uncontrollably.

Ah! So why is that?

She became somewhat agitated, as if she felt she had been tricked, like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

"It's no big deal. If we attract some terrible monster, I'll be the first to abandon you and run away!"

Seeing her face full of resentment but unable to do anything about it, Galan couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

The little girl was really scared this time. No matter what, she had to be made to suffer a little. Otherwise, while I was the one suffering, she would have come here for sightseeing.

Standing not far from the two Lucina looked at the playful yet somewhat doting look in Galan's eyes, and a pang of envy rose in her heart. If only she and Clinton could reach that point... Oh well, oh well, she wouldn't think about it anymore.

She shook her head, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks without her realizing it. Just imagining the scene made Lucina's heart race, but looking at the two of them so affectionately cuddling before her, she couldn't help but wonder to herself, "Is there really a future between humans and Elves?"

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the Hidden Chamber. The footsteps were mixed, but Galan could tell there were two people. "Captain, there's a door ahead! They must have gone in there."

Pass's loud voice reached their ears, and soon after, the two figures appeared at the doorway.

When Clinton saw the three men unharmed, he couldn't hide his joy. After all, he had been worried that they would be seriously injured while dealing with the monster.

Before Lucina could say anything, Clinton shouted at the three of them:

"We need to get out of here right now! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!"

Seeing his serious expression, which didn't seem like he was joking at all, Galan and the others realized the seriousness of the situation and didn't say anything more. They quickly stood up and ran out the door together.

After the Dense Fog in the Dungeon dissipated, Lucina's [Mana Detection] returned to normal.

At this moment, she could clearly sense that somewhere not far from them, a large area of Mana energy was filling her mind, with the number of people almost like a small army.

"Is that... the other teams gathered together?"

This was the first thought that popped into Lucina's mind. After all, given the dire situation before, it was a good option for several teams to band together and cooperate to fight the enemy in order to protect themselves.

Those present were all elite adventurers; facing a powerful enemy, the more people the better.

When encountering its own Copy, it can also find mutually restraining opponents to deal with.

But when she saw the nervous look on Clinton's face as he ran ahead, she knew that things were definitely not as she thought.

If everyone was gathered together, then the quest to conquer the Dungeon might still be possible after the Dense Fog dissipated. But what if, before the Dense Fog cleared... all the other teams had already been wiped out?

When the thought popped into Lucina's mind, she couldn't help but shudder.

Is that really the case?

If that's the case... then it means that all the Mana reactions I can sense are Copies of the adventurers'?

She couldn't believe her own thought and further expanded the range of her [Mana Detection]. But no matter how much she increased the precision of her perception, she couldn't find any other reactions.

"Clinton... have you noticed it too?"

Although Lucina didn't explicitly say she "noticed" anything, it was clear from the expressions on Clinton and Pass's faces that they knew the current situation, which was why they rushed to find them and leave together.

"Just now... when the Dense Fog dissipated, Pass and I were planning to come find you immediately, but unexpectedly, there were three Copy of another team standing in the corridor behind us. Fortunately, none of the three Mages. Although it was a tough battle, Pass and I managed to take them down together."

Clinton quickened his pace, recounting the events to the group. "I thought it was over, but as more areas were no longer shrouded in Dense Fog, more and more Copy emerged, all along the path we had come from."

"Fortunately, we immediately concealed our presence, which prevented them from detecting us. However, now that they are scattered throughout the Dungeon, without the Dense Fog to conceal them, it will be much easier for the Copy to find us than before."

"If we don't escape now, and we run into some troublesome opponent, attracting even more Copy, things will get really complicated...>..."

"Besides... we probably can't find any reinforcements now... we're probably the only ones left alive in this Dungeon."

It's no wonder Clinton drew such a hasty conclusion; Galan's assessment of the current situation is also quite unclear.

The structure inside this [Fallen King’s Tomb] is extremely complex, as different groups take different paths, and once inside, they lose contact with each other.