59 Devil

The night seemed darker than usual, with the moon's brilliance shrouded by the uncertainty of clouds, casting an eerie atmosphere. Insects, small animals, flora, and fauna—all absent. The specter of death loomed around every corner; one breath, and purgatory would follow.

In the midst of the Dark Mist Ground, beside one of the hills, a sports car stood. Its edges pulsed with mana, attracting the dark mist, yet the materials used in Corelight's manufacturing prevented the curse from displaying its corrosive power.

Beneath the earth, in the cave, the masked holder stared at the looming portal. It wasn't his first time encountering an E-rank dungeon; they occasionally appeared within the city, though no one paid them much mind, as they held little value beyond their portal energy.

A dungeon portal in this cursed place... the Association and Government won't be pleased. Dante contemplated the situation, recognizing it as a serious problem.