The faint glow of moss lit tunnel stretched ahead like the throat of some sleeping beast.
Aria- The red haired warrior tomboy, stood at the front, one hand resting casually on the pommel of one of her twin short sword. Her other hand scratching casually at the back of her neck. Her crimson hair was cut short and choppy, wild strands framing a sharp, face with bright green eyes full of cocky fire.
Her leather-and-steel armor hugged a lean build — small but firm B-cup breasts pressed flat beneath the metal breastplate, toned abs completely exposed in the midriff cut-out, powerful thighs and a tight, rounded ass on full display beneath the short armored skirt. She moved with the easy swagger of someone who lived for a fight, looking far more excited than cautious.
"Oi, Mira. Stop shaking like a wet kitten." Aria called over her shoulder, grinning wide enough to show teeth. "It's just a baby dungeon. I'll cleave anything that moves, grab the loot and we'll be drinking in the tavern by sundown. You'll have enough coin to buy that fancy stuff you keep mooning about."
Behind her stood Mira — the petite, shy healer — drowning in an oversized starry blue hat whose wide brim drooped low, half-hiding the nervous flush on her freckled cheeks. Her bright orange hair exploded in soft, bouncy curls that framed her round, baby-faced features and huge, anxious amber eyes.
She wore flowing blue-white robes that hung loosely on her tiny frame — modest A-cup breasts barely making an impression, narrow hips and a small, perky butt hidden beneath the heavy fabric that dragged slightly along the stone floor.
"B-but... Dungeons are dungeons." Mira mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. "What if something jumps out? What if there's blood? Or poison? Or... Or worse?"
Aria barked a laugh and slapped the smaller girl lightly on thr back. Hard enough to make her hat wooble dangerously. "Then I'll kill it twice as fast! Relax shortstack. I have got your squishy little ass covered."
A step behind them stood Elara — the busty, serene mage — watching the exchange with a gentle, almost motherly smile.
Her long brown hair was elegantly braided with delicate golden vines, framing a soft, heart-shaped face with warm hazel eyes and full, inviting lips.
Her voluptuous figure strained against the deep emerald-green robes: heavy, overflowing G-cup breasts pushed up and together by the low, scooped neckline, the intricate golden embroidery doing nothing to hide the generous swell or the faint outline of thick nipples beneath the thin silk. Wide, childbearing hips flared dramatically, the robe clinging to the dramatic curve of her waist before draping over a thick, plush ass that swayed hypnotically with every step. She carried a tall, ornate staff of polished wood resting lightly against one shoulder, its emerald tip glowing softly.
Elara stepped forward and placed a warm, reassuring hand on Mira's shoulder, squeezing gently.
"Mira, sweetheart," she said, voice smooth and soothing like honey over warm milk, "this is a low-ranked dungeon. Barely registered. The guild board listed it as 'F-class threat' at most. The only things that spawn here are weak slimes, maybe a few level 1–2 goblins or cave bats at the very deepest. Nothing that can actually hurt us if we stay together."
Mira peeked up from beneath her enormous hat, big amber eyes still wide. "R-really? No… no big monsters?"
Elara's smile widened, soft and comforting. "Really. Think of it as a training run. We clear the first floor, grab whatever meager loot is lying around, and leave before dinner. You'll be fine. We all will."
Aria snorted, already turning toward the tunnel with a cocky swagger. "See? Even Miss 'I-read-every-tome-in-the-library' says it's safe. Now let's move before the loot gets bored and walks away on its own."
She took the first bold step inside, boots echoing confidently.
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END OF CHAPTER : 9 : THE FIRST PREY : THREE LITTLE LAMBS ENTER THE DENN! : 1
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