More than a day had passed since they entered the second floor, and the team was still stuck on the second floor of the Void Space. Frustration was beginning to set in.
They had searched every corner of the strange, expansive landscape but found no sign of a Boss monster or anything else that could explain the purpose of this floor.
The only creatures they encountered were the caven—primitive, weak, and barely a threat.
The caven were disappointing in every way.
Most of them were even weaker than ordinary humans, with only a handful showing the strength of Black Iron level—usually the leaders of small groups.
The team had initially tried engaging the caven, killing a few that attacked them in hopes of finding clues or card drops like return cards that can send them back, but their bodies dissipated without leaving anything behind. No cards, no materials—just a frustrating dead end.
Ram, Sid, Liam, and Su Mu grew increasingly impatient as ti dragged on. "This doesn't make any sense," Sid muttered, pacing near the entrance to a small cave.
"There should be a Boss monster or at least sothing stronger than these caven."
"I agree," Ram said, frowning as he studied the landscape. "We've covered almost every section of this floor, but there's nothing. Just these caven wandering around aimlessly."
The team had even tried capturing a few of the caven, hoping to extract information, but it proved futile.
The creatures were as dumb as rocks—barely more than animals with basic survival instincts.
They had no language, no culture, just simple activities like hunting, eating, and reproducing. Communication with them was impossible.
The stronger caven—those that had reached the Black Iron level—showed slightly more intelligence, but it wasn't much of an improvent.
They could understand simple gestures and seed to grasp basic concepts like leadership and danger, but their usefulness ended there. However, one thing stood out: fear.
"It's like they're scared of sothing we haven't seen yet," Su Mu remarked, her sharp eyes watching a small group of caven huddled nervously near the tree line.
"Every ti we approach, they scatter. But it's not just us—they act like they're expecting sothing worse to show up."
Liam, leaning against a tree, looked annoyed. "Great. They're scared of sothing, but we don't know what it is. And all we've got to show for two days of work is a bunch of circles and headaches."
Mai, though outwardly calm, was equally frustrated. She had spent countless hours analyzing the caven's behavior, tracking patterns, and studying their habits, but nothing had led to any real breakthrough.
"There's sothing off about this floor," she admitted. "I doubt these caven are the only thing here. Whatever we're supposed to find is either hiding or it's deeper underground."
Ram, crossing his arms, thought aloud. "What about the other groups? The ones we saw before—the professionals, the biochanical soldiers—what happened to them?"
At that mont, the Arcane Robo Cat and its kittens returned from another scouting session. One of the kittens chirped up, "We have located most of the other groups, but so are still missing, possibly remaining on the first floor or dead, ow."
"It looks like the biochanical soldiers have gathered together in one of the caverns. They're planning sothing big, maybe trying to flush out whatever's hiding."
Mai's eyes sharpened. "They've gathered together? What are they planning?"
The Robo Cat projected a holographic map, showing the positions of the biochanical soldiers clustered in various locations, twenty each.
"They're setting up so kind of periter," it explained. "Looks like they're preparing for a coordinated strike on multiple locations of Caven hideouts, ow"
Liam cursed under his breath. "Fu*k, are they planning to kill all the caven in those hideouts? That's more than a thousand in each location."
Ram, still watching the projection, asked, "Can you show us what's happening over there?"
"Of course, ow," the Robo Cat responded, flicking its tail before projecting a live feed from one of the kittens hidden near the biochanical soldiers.
The holographic screen showed a group of chanical soldiers attacking a caven's hideout, the scene displayed from the perspective of the stealthy kitten, which was carefully concealed in the shadows using its Arcane Camouflage ability.
The soldiers moved with cold, calculated efficiency.
Ard with only primitive weapons and low attributes, the caven stood no chance against them.
The soldiers didn't even need advanced weaponry—ordinary knives were enough to slaughter the creatures with brutal efficiency.
The screams of the caven echoed through the cavern as the soldiers moved thodically, eradicating them one by one.
The kitten's feed offered a chilling view of the massacre, the soldiers sweeping through the hideout with terrifying precision.
The kitten's feed provided a clear view of the massacre.
"They're wiping them out," Ram muttered. Then his eyes widened. "Wait—what's that? Magic formations?"
Just as the soldiers had killed more than four to five hundred caven, complicated magic circles made of spiritual runes began to appear in midair.
The symbols glowed with an intense light, and, in a flash, figures dressed in mage robes materialized from the formations, their presence causing the surrounding reiki to beco turbulent.
"Summoning magic? No… that's transportation magic," Mai corrected, her eyes narrowing.
The figures that erged weren't human. Over fifty of them appeared, their dark skin, pointy ears, and long white hair marking them as Half-Drows—a mid-level race with traces of the legendary Dark Elf bloodline.
Known for their natural affinity with magic, particularly dark and fire attributes, Half-Drows were powerful mages or hunters capable of growing into Tier 3 just by growing into adulthood.
"These are elite fire mages," Mai observed, her tone grim. "This just got a lot more dangerous."
The Half-Drows wasted no ti. The air around them crackled with intense spiritual power as they unleashed powerful fire magic spells, turning the battlefield into an inferno.
Fireballs, streams of fla, and walls of molten fire erupted around the biochanical soldiers, incinerating everything in their path.
The soldiers, however, remained unfazed, their reinforced bodies absorbing the initial barrage.
Despite the ferocity of the Half-Drow's attacks, the biochanical soldiers held their ground.
Their advanced bionic combat chips calculated every move with precision, guiding them to evade the deadliest spells.
Their bodies, enhanced with low-level chanical Fire, allowed them to withstand damage that would have killed a normal human.
tallic bones, reinforced muscles, and flexible tal skin made them nearly indestructible in battle.
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