304 Giant Spacial Rif (1/2)

As their conversation neared its end, Grangor approached them with over two hundred shadow goblins of all ages. There was more youth then elderly due to the tribe's constant push for clearing the dungeon and sending out their warriors.

Because of that, most of the shadow goblins were between levels 20-39 but a fair share of goblins was in the 40's as well. Aside from the chief at lv. 66, there were six other shadow goblins over lv. 50, which included the lead scout that Argyle had intimidated upon entering the fourth floor.

Grangor was ecstatic, eager to finally see his people leave this dungeon and find a more prosperous place to live. But most of the shadow goblins behind him were still unconvinced.

”Master Jack, please forgive us for taking so long.”

”No worries, Grangor. You were faster then we were expecting, which is good because we need to get you all out as soon as possible,” Jack replied with a smile. ”Tralon, it's time. Have the potions at the ready.”

”Right.”

Tralon closed his eyes. His focus left the dungeon and honed in on a place he had recently memorized deep below Churstin Canyon. As he pinpointed the vast chamber where he had sat beside gods, Tralon smiled.

”Spatial Rift!”

Dark violet energy suddenly appeared and starting dancing violently around Tralon's body. And as that energy grew thicker the shadow goblins in disbelief were blown away by the sight of the old man drowning in vibrant power they had never seen before or imagined could exist.

The violet energy oozed out from Tralon, gradually pulling apart the space behind him. Soon, a tear emerged, then grew wider and wider.

Now, even the shadow goblins over lv. 50 were convinced that they were finally getting out of the dungeon.

Grangor was delighted to see this taking place. Unlike the others, he knew that the spell Tralon was casting was a legend-tier spell, something most people would never be able to witness in real life.

Finally, the rift steadied itself after becoming large enough for twenty goblins to enter at once.

”Now! Hurry and go!” Tralon shouted.

”Run, Grangor! We'll see you again after we're done here,” Jack laughed loudly, letting all the goblins hear him.

With an anxious grin on his face, Grangor yelled, ”Everyone! We're finally getting out of here, so thank Master Jack before we leave this place.”

Altogether, the shadow goblins bowed in their own ways and replied, ”Thank you, Master Jack!”

”Go already!”

As the last shadow goblin exited, Tralon instantly released the spell. He collapsed to the ground, not paying attention to his soaking wet robes or the sweat covering his body. Tralon looked to his side and laughed at the seven empty bottles beside him.

'That was a lot harder than I wanted it to be…'

'Just rest Tralon. Rest as long as you need.' Jack walked over to Tralon and lifted the old man onto his back. 'As long as we clear the first four floors in nine days, then we'll reach the fifth floor before they reset again.'

'Thanks… Jack…' Drifting to sleep from pure exhaustion, Tralon let his body go unconscious and enter a state of recovery.

'Bowzer!' Jack carefully laid Tralon across Bowzer's back. 'We'll rest in the city until Tralon is fully recovered. Find him the best bed in the chief's home.'

'Okay!' Slowly but steadily, Bowzer took Tralon away in search of a comfortable bed.

'So, Jack, what should we do while we wait?' Argyle asked. 'Got any ideas to pass the time?'

'Hmmm… We could check in on the others and how their leveling is going. But then they'll ask about my level…'

'Hey, sweetie. I'm just checking in on you and the others.'

'Argyle! I just said--'