After defeating the pack of hounds trailing behind, Kane was a bit out of breath.
He began to gather his spoils of war.
But upon sensing a magic power reaction from afar, he instantly grew alert.
"Don't panic, friend, we mean no malice."
A group of explorers, clad in simple armor and adorned with various animal pelts and heads, emerged.
They slightly raised their hands to show Kane they harbored no malice.
Kane furrowed his brows, not letting down his guard: "Who are you?"
The team of explorers stood where they were, not advancing, maintaining a relatively safe distance from Kane.
A brawny man with a shaved head, tattoos on his face and scalp, and two battle axes hanging from his waist stepped forward, appearing to be the leader of the group.
"We are explorers from the 'Fury' expedition team. We saw the triggered teleportation trap at the entrance and wanted to ask if you, alone, needed help."
"No need." Kane turned away, and with a few flashes, vanished from the spot.
