"Orcs that big? In a 'C-Rank' dungeon?"
Every Hunter present shrank back as the orcs grew in their numbers. Well, all of them except Ambrose and Leon.
Ambrose specifically narrowed his eyes on the orcs. 'Run a scan…'
[Scanning…]
[Target Race: Orc.]
[Ranks: B-Ranks, plus the leader is an A-Rank.]
[Abilities: Brute strength, durability and human-like intelligence to match. The leader appears to be attuned to aether energy in an almost… mystical way.]
'Huh?'
[The leader might utilize what you humans would call magic.]
Ambrose's eyes widened a bit with surprise.
Well, shit.
In other words, this team should realistically be doomed unless he decided to do something—which would reveal his secrets.
"This was never a C-Rank dungeon." Someone mumbled.
"It might've been," Captain Killian added. "But… it seems to have—"
