Early morning.
The half-red, sinister crescent moon in the sky had just disappeared not long ago, and the demons and skin-stripping monsters that howled all night outside the fortress had just quieted down.
Outside the towering walls of the Volcano Fortress.
Heaps of skin-stripping monster corpses accumulated, and occasionally one or two demons could be seen fallen around.
These were all fools, influenced by the moon at night, unable to control their inner savage desires, rushing over trying to scale the walls to slaughter the humans inside.
However, in front of such towering and majestic walls, and countless soldiers stationed on top, it was nothing less than walking into a trap.
Speaking of which, this dungeon seems to have seasonal changes.
It was the time when the cold wave was arriving.
However, because the entire fortress was built surrounding a volcano, the hot source underground kept the surroundings in a relatively mild environment.
