PROLOGUE III OMEN
A cacophony of screams echoed through the air.
The deep, angry roars of men mixed with the high-pitched, shrill shrieks of women. The ferocious howls of countless monsters drowned out the overlapping sounds of metal and leather boots.
They were deep in a labyrinth that looked as if it had gone astray and wound up inside an incredibly massive tree. Patches of moss clung to the walls and hung from the ceiling, emitting blue and green light that made the surroundings seem like a fantastical, unspoiled frontier. Adventurers raced through the wide hallways of the giant tree dungeon with a frantic pace that didn’t suit the idyllic scenery around them.
One could tell at a glance that their equipment showed their owners were experienced—the weapons and armor clearly belonged to upper-rank adventurers. Even streaked with the blood of their enemies, the weapons shone brilliant and sharp, as if to display their owners’ valor. The armor protecting their bodies was much the same.
They possessed abilities that all lower-class adventurers strived to achieve. But now, they were tripping over themselves in a panicked rout.
These men and women turned tail and ran from an immense swarm of monsters that would make anyone shut their eyes tight in fear.
“Why are there so damn many?!”
“Shut the hell up and run!!”
The advancing monsters were so numerous that their procession filled the entire hallway.
Members of a variety of familias, swept up in this mess together, called for retreat with little regard for who belonged to which party. A token amount of resistance could be heard as blades slashed monster flesh and waves of arrows whistled through the air, but the innumerable multitude snuffed them out. The scarce few adventurers desperately trying to stem the inexorable tide dwindled, as one after the other showed their backs to the enemy and fled.
The horde pushed forward and fell upon a new party that happened to be in the way. Their screams quickly added to the pandemonium.
“What idiot drew all these monsters to us?!”
Deadly hornets, lizardmen, swordstags, dark fungi. One adventurer took a look at the terrifying host of middle-level monsters and snarled with certainty that it was a pass parade—someone had led the beasts to this location and left this party to deal with them. Everyone could tell from the overwhelming number of monsters alone that this could not be a natural occurrence.
The grotesque mass crashed through the halls like an oncoming tidal wave.
“This floor’s been so out of whack…! The encounter rate’s too damn high!”
This was the Dungeon—twenty-fourth floor, deep in the middle levels.
Even the parties accustomed to roaming this area couldn’t contain their fear and screamed at the top of their lungs once they saw a new swarm of monsters approaching from another adjoining hallway. The two swarms merged, forming the world’s most terrifying parade. The monsters’ ghastly howls tore into the adventurers’ ears, deafening them to their own screams in a matter of moments.
“They got my buddy!” “Anybody, please! Help me!!” “Damn it!”
Enveloped by the swarm, doomed adventurers called out to their allies as the myriad claws and fangs tore them apart. The survivors ran, the cries of their companions at their backs. The sight of all the monsters jostling one another to get their jaws closer to their prey drove them to coax every last bit of speed from their legs.
“What the hell’s going on?!”
Still yelling in terror, the surviving adventurers barreled up the stairs to a higher floor.
“—Monsters have overrun the twenty-fourth floor!! Do something about it!!”
Wham!
A clenched fist slammed into the reception counter.
A bright, glistening moon lit up the night sky above Orario’s northwest block. Guild Headquarters was almost deserted. The only exception was the area around the reception counter, where a human adventurer was aggressively posturing to get his point across.
His angry voice roared through the late-night air in the lobby, startling the receptionist behind the counter, Misha Frot.
“Run-of-the-mill upper-class adventurers can’t do jack shit about this! At this rate, the casualties are only going to keep climbing!!”
“I-I’m so sorry!! I’ll get on it right away!”
The intensity in the man’s eyes made Misha squirm under his gaze.
The hour was quite late. It was her turn to cover the night shift, so most of her coworkers had already gone home. To have an adventurer issue a claim like this—luck was not on Misha’s side. It was all she could do to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.
Her 150-celch frame, dressed in the black uniform that all Guild employees wore on duty, bowed again and again.
“Do you have any idea how many died today and how many of them were my friends?! The hell with issuing quests, that takes too long! Declare a mission! Get exterminators down there NOW!!”
“Y-yes, sir!!”
As soon as the adventurer finished his rage-filled request, he slammed a completed document with the details onto the counter and turned on his heel.
“Uwaa…” Misha, completely exhausted, fell onto the counter as she watched the man shrink into the distance as he left the Guild.
Incapable of working for a while, she picked up the document and made her way to the office behind the reception counter. Asking someone else to cover her post, she went to her desk. After setting down the document, she stepped away, thinking a drink might help settle her nerves.
“Well, that was rough.”
“Chiiiief.”
Misha was halfway to the break room when one of her bosses came down the hall from the other direction. She looked up at him, unable to keep the tears back any longer. The section chief, a slender chienthrope, sympathetically handed her a wooden cup full of steaming-hot tea.
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