Arya continued moving forward, cutting through the endless forest.
The scenery didn't change.
Same twisted trees.
Same fog.
Same oppressive silence.
He frowned slightly.
"…This dungeon is strange," Arya muttered. "It feels like time has stopped."
He looked up at the dim sky barely visible through the canopy.
"I don't even know how long it's been," he continued quietly. "A few hours… or maybe one or two days."
He exhaled slowly.
"If we're trapped in here, losing track of time is the most dangerous thing."
Just as he was about to move again—
Voices.
"…I told you we should've gone left!"
"And I told you left feels cursed!"
Arya stopped.
That's—
He turned toward the sound and stepped through a cluster of thick bushes.
"Jun. Mia."
Both of them froze.
Mia spun around so fast she nearly fell backward.
"…Eh?"
For a second, she stared at him blankly.
Then—
"RIOOOOOOOOO—!!"
She ran forward at full speed and almost crashed into him.
