How many waves do you think you’ll take today?” They don’t give me much, but something is better than nothing! Your level takes me an hour to recover, while the highest level, uh, Core I think, I can only do two instances a day. The lowest levels, I think they’re just called Aether Gatherers, can run every day, and I can start a new instance only a few minutes after a group finishes. I’m getting stronger! Did they tell you I have instances now? It’s radical, man. “I owe you so much! These last two weeks have been the best of my entire being. “Welcome back to the Jungle Arena Dungeon!” A gut-wrenching sensation of movement was gone in an instant and we were in the middle of the clearing. Swirls of Aether could be seen flowing around the opening, but nothing that looked like a rune or technique. I looked deeply at the entrance into the Dungeon, pushing Aether into my Divine Senses Technique to try and look at whatever it was doing. “That’s so cool!” I said, bouncing on my feet. While he does not like killing, he cannot stop his monsters if you all go down.” Bruno calls it ‘instancing’, and I find it fascinating. The Dungeon has the amazing ability to hold three different parties in it at the same time, as long as they are at different tiers. The Dungeon’s Condensation instance,” the word instance was in English, “is available. “Good morning, Knight Aiden,” he responded, standing and bowing just as low to me. “Good morning, sir,” I said, stepping to the front of our little group and bowing to the Core-level gatherer at the stand. Glad we stocked up ahead of time, I thought to myself. Wow, captive pricing is in full swing here. Huh, that guy just tried to sell a healing powder for ten silver, when the Alchemist’s Treasures sold that one for two. I heard the merchant next to it discussing their wares, selling items to help their customers do better in the Dungeon. “I am assuming it is the booth at the end of the path.” “Come on, we are supposed to speak to the Sayaad Guild representative,” Vaya said, starting to walk towards the Dungeon. The third stand, in contrast, had a single person sitting at it, writing on something in front of them. I could see one of the Ashkhas talking to a Volk, animatedly waving their arms and gesturing at an item on the table next to them. They were both manned by two people, and each had a small line in front. I looked closer and noticed that two of the stalls were set to either side of a worn dirt path leading to the third, and they had shelves stacked on and around the booths. “Huh, there is a tiny market set up at the entrance,” Jon pointed at the stalls. Near the entrance to the Dungeon, three shaded stalls were set up. The other was two stories tall, with two massive doors and no windows. One was four stories tall, with a dozen windows on each level facing us, looking like a large hotel or apartment building. Inside the clearing, two large wooden buildings had been erected already. The teleport had taken us to a new clearing, just outside the ring of trees I recognized from our mad dash to escape the high-level Beast. We all murmured thanks then turned to the camp. “Thank you! Have a great stay at the Jungle Arena Camp,” she said, her feline face stretching in a grin I recognized from retail stores everywhere. We hurried off the slightly elevated surface. I cannot signal for another group to transport until you are off,” she said with a slight bow. May I ask you to please vacate the Transport Platform. “Teleporting like that doesn’t agree with me.” “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said, straightening out. She was younger than he was and wearing a set of leather armor that he’d seen quite a few others wearing in the Sayaad Hall. “Are you okay, sir?” a High Smoke Ashkhas asked from the front of the platform. “Light,” I panted, not spewing my guts only by sheer stubbornness. I bent over, gagging as I tried my best not to throw up after the teleport.
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