As soon as the last drop of cursed blood from the constructs hit the stone floor, the party moved forward. Just one step.
*Grrrrrgle.*
All ten of them froze.
Then, again.
*GRRRRRRGGGL.*
Kaiden, Aria, Luna, Nyx, Bastet, Leon, Jack, Sasha, Diaz, and Vaelira all looked at each other because a strange chorus of synchronized, inhumanly perfect stomach growls echoed through the corridor.
"Okay... That’s not natural..." Nyx muttered.
"Yeah... The chances of all of our stomachs growling at the same time are basically zero, especially considering we ate recently..." Kaiden agreed.
As if to confirm their assumptions, that was the exact moment when a ding rang through their heads. All at once, a system notification materialized in front of their mind’s eyes.
You have been afflicted with [Curse of Devouring Dominion].
—The Heart is hungry. All who tread its halls are to feed it.
—Hunger will grow as you move further toward the Heart, or use mana.
"That’s just fucking fantastic... We really needed a hunger debuff right now," Luna let go of a gamer girl curse with a roll of her eyes.
"Damn it! I knew I should’ve eaten two breakfasts!" Jack groaned.
Leon rubbed his forehead. "We’ll need more than the rations we’re carrying right now. If it’s draining our vitality to feed itself, we’ll burn out fast unless we eat often enough."
"Agreed. I’m not fighting through a cursed hellhole while my stomach’s trying to eat itself," Jack grunted.
Kaiden nodded. For once, they were all in agreement. "Talia’s supply cache should still be right by the entrance."
They did just that, swiftly moving back.
"I’m the one with the most Endurance stat here, so I’ll make a noble sacrifice and haul the heavy packs," Jack decreed.
"I’ll help," Leon added while reaching for another bag.
Kaiden stepped forward, too.
But before the trio could take more than a step...
"You boys don’t need to bother." Vaelira’s voice rang out with smug magnanimity.
The Arcane Puppeteer stood with her hands clasped behind her back and her lips curved into an imperious smirk.
"I don’t like wasting my mana on logistics as that’s far below my station, but I can’t have my frontline getting winded before we reach anything worth fighting. This is the last time I enter a dungeon with a limit on the number of entrants... I need my dungeon slaves- I mean aides."
She extended a single hand forward.
"[Summon Legion]."
The shadows responded.
A familiar sight unfolded before them as twelve figures emerged. They moved in perfect unison. They gave off the image of practiced soldiers answering the call of their general.
Bastet’s eyes instantly hardened at the sight. "Those are the same ones..."

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