Cold Dread

Caius, deep within Zane Dungeon, shivered for no reason.

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What was that?

It felt like some incredibly terrible presence had its eyes on him!

To be honest, he had not experienced this prickling sensation on his back in a long time. No matter when it happened, it was never something one could get used to.

Maybe it was a monster?

Caius could only guess. After all, he was still not particularly skilled at dealing with situations like this inside a dungeon.

In other words, no one could guarantee that they could handle everything that happened within a dungeon, especially not Zane Dungeon.

One must never underestimate any dungeon, or one would die horribly.

He had heard of an arrogant Holy Light Knight who entered Verdant Dungeon without bringing a Teleportation Crystal, only to be blown to ashes by a Doomshroom—so thoroughly that there was no saving him.

Fortunately, there were no Doomshrooms in Zane Dungeon.

"Lord Caius, should we explore according to the instructions on this map?"

A soldier held up the map and studied it from side to side. What he had was a copy; the original had already been urgently sent to headquarters.

Yes, follow the map.

Caius nodded. From the extent of his nod, the soldiers understood what he meant.

But then he shook his head.

But not completely. That was probably what he meant.

The soldiers thought about it, then put on expressions of sudden realization to show that they understood.

Caius did not like talking. That was common knowledge within the Holy Light Church. So how was one supposed to communicate with him?

Those familiar with him knew that they only needed to watch the extent and expression of his nods and shakes, then fill in the blanks themselves, and they could imagine exactly