The entrance to the dungeon named Beginner's Adventure was chaotic.
Fenrir had barely stepped inside when he found himself surrounded by crowds—hunters of all levels, guild scouts, solo rankers, and even a few merchant peddlers trying to sell low-level gear.
The number of people milling about inside the dungeon made it feel more like a festival than a place meant for combat and training.
There was hardly room to breathe, much less move freely.
"Tch."
Fenrir clicked his tongue as someone brushed against his shoulder.
"Hey, watch it! Did I just bump into a wall?"
A hunter snapped at the empty space Fenrir had already vacated. Another muttered.
Fenrir ignored the noise. With a flick of his wrist, he activated his concealment cloak—one of the many crafted tools in his arsenal.
Instantly, he vanished from sight, and those around him stumbled, blinking at the place he'd just stood in, now vacant.
"Guess I imagined it."
Someone mumbled as Fenrir made his way further in.
