Beon stepped out of the cave entrance, boots crunching softly against the snow-covered ground.
He looked up at the sky.
It was already past noon.
The sun, though hidden behind thick layers of snowy clouds, still cast a dull, pale light over the peaks.
Seeing through it wasn't difficult for someone like him. His eyes, trained and sharpened over decades, pierced through the haze easily.
Still, the light felt distant today.
He glanced over his shoulder at the cave's dark opening, the entrance to the modified dungeon where Riley had just entered not long ago.
Barely a few minutes had passed… and yet his expression was already conflicted—lips pressed into a tight line, brows slightly furrowed.
Troubled.
"…Tch."
"Well, aren't you uneasy~" came a teasing voice from behind him. "Regretting your decision already?"
Beon scoffed before turning his head. The voice was all too familiar.
"You're late, Bom."
