Everyone's heart sank, but no one dared to say they couldn't.
Because that only meant death.
Lucien, who was "leisurely" watching without doing anything, was racking his brain rapidly.
That thing must be injured.
There's no way those hunters' various skills didn't injure it in the slightest.
If...if the hunters wore out the dungeon boss once more...
Maybe he could step in?
Lucien already felt the hunters' eyes subtly lingering on him.
This time it wasn't filled with fear.
It was a desperate plea, a sliver of hope.
There's a much, much stronger existence there.
Lucien, who didn't know that he was seen as a dungeon boss instead of a hunter, felt that he had to step in.
But wait.
Wait patiently.
The air was heavy. The surroundings fell silent.
The worm under the ground moved extremely carefully, its head wriggling here and there—
As if trying to find the weakest point.
Everyone kept moving away from each other, not clustered.
Their hearts pounded.
