Led by Younger Brother Gordon of the Twin Warriors, the people guarding the ship at the dock had naturally heard the commotion coming from deep within the canyon.
Human roars, wolf howls, the high-frequency hum of magic energy, the huge sounds of objects colliding, the savage roars of monsters...
They could guess that the Fleet's Core Adventurer Team was likely engaged in fierce battle with one, or perhaps a group, of monsters.
Moreover, judging by how long the sounds had lasted and the fluctuations in the roars, the enemy was certainly no weakling. Lorraine and the others seemed to have been plunged into a hard battle.
That was precisely why Older Brother Raine, who had also been stationed at the dock earlier, had gone alone to provide support.
By now, some time had passed since the sounds from deep within the canyon had vanished.
Yet none of the Professionals who had ventured deep into the canyon, including Raine, who had gone later to assist them, had returned.
The crew members guarding the Oath of Vengeance Blades felt increasingly anxious, and whispering sounds could be heard all across the deck.
Fortunately, as the only remaining Professional in the group, Gordon still stood firmly at the bow. No matter how anxious he was inside, he deliberately maintained a calm expression, giving the crew a pillar to rely on and keeping them from falling into needless panic over the unknown situation.
"Tap... tap..."
Hurried footsteps came from deep within the canyon.
Gordon, standing motionless at the bow, could no longer keep his expression composed. He stared ahead nervously, while the crew behind him tightened their grips on their weapons and held their breath.
Then, they suddenly relaxed.
What appeared before them was not the terrifying magical beast from their worst imaginings, one that