The three of them made their way to the stipulated S rank dungeon.
The chamber was large enough to fight in properly, which was the first thing Xander noted when they pushed through the corridor into it. S rank dungeons had a particular generosity about their interior architecture — as though whatever had designed them understood that the things living inside required space to be fully themselves, and had built accordingly.
The ceiling was high. The floor was flat, dark stone with a texture that provided grip without resistance. The ambient light was deep blue, sourceless, the kind that existed in S rank dungeons the way pressure existed underwater — simply present, a property of the environment rather than a feature of it.
The creatures were already waiting.
