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In a vast expanse of green grass surrounded by pine trees, dozens of military troops stood guard around a dimensional rift. It had been two months since this gate had appeared, and Captain Guzman and his troops had been on constant vigil. Dozens of awakeners from America had been sent to conquer the dungeon, but only two had returned.

Inside the tent, Captain Guzman sat at his desk, lost in thought. The long wait had deepened his anxiety. The survivors of the first expedition into the dimensional rift had not provided a clear report, stating that their comrades were still continuing their mission inside, even though they had not returned until now.

He had briefly wondered if they had perished. However, Captain Guzman received information from his superiors indicating that the dimensional rift was beginning to show signs of closing. It suggested that the awakeners inside might have successfully defeated the alpha within the dungeon.