Exiting a dungeon the natural way was not like entering into it the natural way.
When entering, one was sucked into the space. Exiting was equivalent to being spat out.
Which was exactly what was happening right now.
The dungeon spat Neo and Raze out and landed on the ground. Neo groaned before standing up and looking at his surroundings. He was back in the site, in front of the tree stump.
Not only that, the person that cleared the dungeon was standing in front of him.
"President…?" Neo called out softly, looking at Armin who was wiping off a stain on his hand gun.
He was dressed in all-black battle gear, exuding the aura of a mighty hunter. His hair had fallen to his forehead, making him look younger than he was with a dangerous but alluring edge.
Armin lifted his head after hearing Neo's call. He opened his mouth to say something but suddenly, his gaze shifted and his pupils constricted.
There was a sharp look on his face as he yelled, "Get away from him!"
