Murmurs spread like wildfire across the Grand Chamber as King Magnar's words settled over the gathered guests.
For some—there was excitement.
The Mourning Depths held immense value for those who could survive it.
For others—there was hesitation.
Despite the tempting rewards, the Mourning Depths wasn't a place for the weak or the reckless.
The mortality rate?
Above 80%.
For every ten who entered, only two ever returned.
'Death is constant there.'
That was the reason behind its name—Mourning Depths.
A place where ambition and greed led to inevitable loss.
The Grand Chamber slowly emptied as guests began leaving. Discussions of alliances and preparations filled the air as the banquet officially ended.
Max remained still, deep in thought—until Aelric suddenly spoke.
"Max, you will join the exploration group, right?"
Max nodded.
"I will."
Then he turned to Aelric and the others.
"Are you guys joining too?"
Crown Prince Aelric nodded.
"We are."
