Valhalla's Sinners set up near the fallen mural wall: their gear was arranged with militaristic order. Despite being content creators, their camp looked quite professional.
Vaelira's squad took a corner closer to the hallway entrance. Her dungeon aide did his best to satisfy the woman with every detail, even placing enchanted lanterns to perfectly light her tent's angles for her future stream clips.
Diaz picked a cold, isolated patch of stone across the room and silently pitched his lone tent. His gear was black, spartan, military-style. No show. No team.
But now, they were truly done with the preparations.
Thus…
Three teams.
One dungeon.
The Hollow waited.
…
As the final gear was stowed, a tense silence hovered in the dungeon's ancient ballroom.
It was time.
Kaiden, Diaz, and Vaelira converged at the center beneath a fractured crystal chandelier.
Diaz spoke first. "Let's agree to keep things simple. I take point. You follow orders. I know this place best."
