Unlike when I faced the lizard monsters during the previous Dungeon Break, where I was trapped in an open field and forced into a fight I could not avoid, this Dungeon was far more advantageous.
The narrow stone walls and cave-like formations allowed me to hide, control my breathing and plan my kills far more efficiently.
I pressed my back against the cold stone. Dim yellow crystals flickered along the walls, casting jagged shadows that slithered like living creatures. The scent of damp earth and faint sulfur stung my nose. Heavy orc footsteps echoed closer in a steady rhythm.
Three orcs.
Two wielded long, rusted daggers. The third carried a bow and a thick arrow with black feathers. Their dark green skin glistened with sweat, rough breaths growling from their broad throats.
I waited. No breath. No sound.
As they passed by… now.
