When Elizabeth woke again, dawn was already breaking.
She sat up in a daze and found herself in a rundown room.
Bloodstains were everywhere, and the furniture bore signs of having been destroyed.
She shook her head. She only remembered Caroso appearing last night, then being knocked unconscious by that high-level thief. After that, she remembered nothing.
She pushed open the wooden door, walked a few steps into the living room, and heard a fierce argument.
"No, we absolutely can't get through by fighting like this. The enemy has already started organizing themselves and following discipline. With the fog blocking our view, charging in would be suicide!" Teresa pointed at a map.
"This is the only way through. If we want to reach Presia's garrison, a hard battle is unavoidable. Since the two of us survived, the enemy will definitely be on guard in every other direction. If we take a detour from here and run into an ambush, we could be wiped out." Caroso said, "Even with Will scouting ahead, it's still too dangerous. Don't forget, we killed a seventh-rank fighter last night. We have no idea how many seventh-rank fighters the other side can deploy. If something happens to Will, our odds of winning will be even lower."
"For a dungeon riot of this scale, the only comparable case in recent years was Azure Wolf Province. There will be more experts than we can imagine, and this place actually isn't suited for experts to fight—or rather, it isn't suited for monsters to fight."
"Caroso, Your Highness Teresa?" Elizabeth looked at the two of them in confusion.
Nimel, Krumen, and Will were with them as well.
Clearly, they were discussing tactics.
Yesterday, everyone had gone to Buano to find a stronghold and then rescued Elizabeth. The night had passed