THE LAST RAID TEAM

THE LAST RAID TEAM

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Introduction

THE LAST RAID TEAM
He was the weakest member. They left him to die. That was their mistake.
Ryn Castel was always the odd one out, a C-rank scout in one of the nation's top guilds, kept on the roster only because the Guild Master was his oldest friend. He knew it. Everyone knew it.
So when the Iron Void Guild descended into the Abyssal Vault, a Rank S dungeon with zero successful clears, Ryn expected to prove himself.
He didn't expect to watch forty-nine people die in eleven minutes.
He didn't expect to watch his best friend walk out the gate and seal it behind him.
And he didn't expect the dungeon to send him a notification no living hunter had ever received.
[FORSAKEN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED] Survival rate of all previous Forsaken entities: 0.0%. Do you accept?
He accepted.
Not to survive. Not to escape.
To make one man look him in the eye again from the wrong end of everything Ryn was about to become.
Forty floors. No party. No healer. Broken gear. And a class the system has never seen before, one that grows stronger with every person he's lost, and Ryn has lost forty-nine.
The world above thinks he's dead.
They have no idea what's coming back up.

Chapter 1

The night before a raid, I always counted exits.

It wasn't something anyone taught me. No guild manual recommended it. Kaiden used to laugh when he caught me doing it, standing at the mouth of a dungeon entrance with my eyes tracing the walls instead of checking my gear like everyone else.

"You're a scout, Ryn, not an architect," he'd say and clap me on the shoulder hard enough to remind me that even his casual gestures carried A-rank weight.

I'd smile and say nothing. Because how do you explain to the most powerful person in your life that you've never once trusted a room you couldn't leave?

That instinct saved me.

I wish it hadn't.

The Abyssal Vault had been sitting in the Hunter Association's registry for six years. Rank S. Forty floors. Zero successful clears. It crouched beneath the eastern industrial district like a held breath, the city above it oblivious, the thing below patient in the way that only ancient things are patient.

Iron Void Guild had been preparing for this run for fourteen months.

Fifty hunters. The best Kaiden could assemble. I had eaten meals with some of them for two years. Others I knew only by their system handles and how they moved in formation. Mira, our healer, hummed under her breath during downtime, always the same tuneless melody, always stopping before it became recognizable. Bors, our main tank, cracked his knuckles before every encounter: three pops on the left, three on the right, never out of order. Yael, our second scout, checked on me after hard falls. "Still breathing, ghost?" she'd say, because I was quiet enough that people sometimes forgot I was there.

I was always there. I just didn't take up space the way the others did.

C-rank scout in an S-rank guild. The math was embarrassing, and everyone knew it. The only reason my registration card read Iron Void was Kaiden's signature on my induction form and his word in the ear of every ranking officer who raised an eyebrow. I owed him everything.

I want you to understand that before I tell you what he did.

We descended into the vault at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday.

The first two floors were standard. Rank S dungeons don't open with their worst; they calibrate first, reading the party's response times and aggression patterns. Void wolves. Wraith constructs. Nothing the team couldn't handle. Kaiden led from the front the way he always did, not because tactics demanded it, but because the man simply could not exist anywhere except the center of a moment.

I scouted the flanks. Noted the wall formations. Mapped two exit corridors that weren't on the Association's official schematics.

Old habit.

By the time we reached floor three's staging area, a cathedral-like antechamber with a vaulted ceiling that vanished into darkness, it was 3:31 AM dungeon time. The team was loose and confident. Bors made a joke I didn't catch the beginning of. Laughter bounced off the stone. Mira was humming.

Kaiden gathered us for the floor brief.

I was half a step behind the main cluster because there was a hairline crack running floor to ceiling along the left wall, the kind that sometimes indicated a secondary passage. I was running my fingers along it while Kaiden spoke. I'd heard a hundred floor briefs. They were always variations on the same three points.

Then I heard something that wasn't in the brief.

A sound. Low. Subsonic. Not a monster; monsters had a signature you felt before you heard them. This was mechanical. Architectural. Like gears engaging deep inside the walls.

I turned.

Forty-nine people stood in the center of the antechamber, watching Kaiden.

Kaiden was watching me.

The floor runes activated.

I have replayed this moment ten thousand times. I have tried to find the version where I shout fast enough, move fast enough, or do anything other than stand with my hand on cold stone and my mind refusing to process what my eyes were already reading.

The runes formed a precise, pre-carved, ancient circle directly beneath the feet of everyone except me. A ritual array. Not a monster spawn. Not a trap.

A sacrifice formation.

The light hit like a physical blow. Forty-nine people had one second to understand what was happening. One second to turn toward the man who had led them down here. One second to see Kaiden Voss standing outside the circle with his hands clasped behind his back and his expression carrying the particular blankness of a man who has already made his peace with a decision he made months ago.

Then the formation discharged.

I won't describe what happened to them in detail. I've found that I can't because the memory is incomplete, but because some images belong only to the person who witnessed them, and carrying them alone is part of what I owe to the people who didn't get a choice.

I will say this: it was eleven minutes. And it was not painless. And five of them, Yael realized what was happening in time to fight back. They turned their skills on Kaiden directly.

He handled all five personally. No expression. No hesitation. The efficiency of it was the worst part. He had practiced. Not the act itself, maybe. But the willingness. He had practiced the willingness until it had no edges left.

When it was over, he looked across the antechamber at me.

I was still standing at the wall.

He said, "The dungeon required forty-nine lives, which it recognized as part of this team." I needed witnesses who wouldn't exist afterward. I'm sorry it had to be people you cared about."

I tried to speak. Nothing came.

He stepped through the gate at the far end of the antechamber. The stone sealed behind him with a sound I will hear for the rest of my life, dense and final, the sound of a door that only opens from one side.

The dungeon went silent.

Then my system interface flickered, and a notification appeared that I had never seen in eleven years of the Hunter System's existence.

[FORSAKEN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED] A solo entity has been detected within a sealed dungeon. All registered party members: DECEASED. Standard clear path: LOCKED. Hidden path unlocked: FORSAKEN MODE. Do you accept?

I stared at the notification. At the bodies of forty-nine people I had known, and eaten with, and argued with, and trusted.

I hit accept before it finished loading.

Not because I wanted to survive.

Because Kaiden was on the other side of that gate.

And I needed to be too.

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