The sky grew increasingly gloomy. Silvanus, with remarkable speed, accepted the truth: he had fallen into an unexpected dungeon and had to complete a mission to get out of this place. He didn't know how time flowed here compared to the outside world. While he was trapped, who knew what kind of dungeon the outside world was facing?
Silvanus frowned slightly. Just as he was about to stand up, a loud voice echoed from afar:
"Silvanus, why are you still here? Did you fall or something?! I told you not to go scouting around recklessly. The ground near the lakeshore is really slippery. Hurry up and come back—it's about to rain!"
Silvanus looked up in the direction of the voice and saw, standing on the slope, a tall young man around twenty years old. He had a gentle, handsome face filled with worry as he looked toward Silvanus, who was sitting on the ground.
