The 3 orc's heavy footsteps echoed through the misty depths of the 10th floor as they made their way towards the Bahamut familia's location.

  Soon they loomed over the Bahamut familia, their t presence casting a shadow that engulfed the young adventurers.

  Standing nearly 3 meters tall, these hulking creatures with their pig-like features and muscur physique were an intimidating sight to behold.

  The members of the Bahamut familia, all of them mere children, could not help but feel a sense of unease as they stared up at the approag orcs.

  The orc's tattered hide clothing, ed around its waist like a crude skirt, only served to atuate its raw, bestial nature.

  These were no refined or civilized beings, but rather savage creatures driven by primal instincts and an insatiable thirst for destru.

  Draco, knew all too well the dahese orcs posed.

  A single blow from their powerful fists could render even a level 2 adventurer, oh low enduraats, incapable of fighting.

  He could not afford to let his young panions take a single direct hit.

  As Draco quickly pted his options, he weighed the pros and s of allowing Vasileios to tank the orc's attacks.

  While his skills would help e a signifit portion of the damage, Draco was ed that his stats were not quite up to the task.

  It was a risky gamble, but ohat Draco was willing to take.

  ‘Sigh, maybe let him get hit once or twice to see if he ehat way we know our strategy when w on this floor,’ Draco thought, his brow furrowed in tration.

  Though Draself could likely dispatch the orc with retive ease, that was not his ultimate goal.

  He needed a core team that could keep pace with him as he delved deeper into the dungeon.

  This was a crucial step in that process, and he was determio see it through.

  "Vasileios, forward, enhance yourself and taunt," Draco ordered, his voice resolute and authoritative.

  Without hesitation, Vasileios charged forward, activating his defensive skills.

  The moment his taunting cry echoed through the misty area, the rest of the Bahamut familia sprang into a, seizing the opportunity to unleash their full fury upon the unsuspeg orcs.

  Vasileios taunt skill sted a full 5 seds, meaning that they could all attack the orcs for 5 seds without any form of retaliation.

  Bang!!

  The first blow nded with a resounding thud, the shock of the impact reverberating through the air.

  Vasileios gruaking a step back, but his footing remaieady.

  The sed and third punches followed in rapid succession, eae seemingly more powerful tha.

  "Gugh!" Vasileios excimed, his voice strained.

  The force of the impacts was greater than he was aced to, but his endurance skills allowed him to weather the onsught.

  Michalis, Eleni, Cir, and Nikoos, seeing their rade's valiant stand, quickly maneuvered around the orc, aiming for its vulnerable joints – a ot shared by many humanoid monsters.

  Dimitra and Vasiliki, the ranged fighter’s, provided c fire, raining down attacks from a safe distance.

  The onsught was relentless, and within 30 seds the three orcs succumbed to the bined might of the Bahamut familia, their magic stones falling to the ground in a dispy of the group's hard-earned victory.

  Draco watched the battle unfold, a satisfied expression on his fabsp;

  The strategy, heavily reliant on Vasileios' taunt and endurance skills, had proven effective, just as it had in the previous floors.

  "That was way easier than I thought," Michalis remarked, his voice tinged with surprise as he bent down to collect the fallen stones.

  "True, without Vasileios, we would have expended a lot more time and energy in evading attacks," Cir added, her brow furrowed in ption.

  Nikoos turo Vasileios, evident in his expression.

  "Do you need a potion?" he asked, ready to provide aid if necessary.

  Vasileios flexed his arm, a fident smile spreading across his fabsp;

  "No, I am good," he replied, his voice steady and assured.

  Draodded, pleased with the oute. "Alright, since we have firmed that Vasileios iank the orcs, the test run is now pleted. We will now move with the first pn," he announced, his gaze sweeping over the group.

  The sed pn, a tingen case Vasileios faltered, had been to s him out for Draco as the team's tank.

  But with the young boy's impressive dispy of resiliehat backup pn was no longer necessary.

  The first pn was ohey had been using on the previous floors, modified a bit to deal with the monsters of the 10th floor.

  Since Vasileios could tank the orcs, he would lead the charge against the monsters, while Draco would rotate in to share the burden when he was exhausted.

  This strategic division of tanking and kiting duties ehat the front line remaieadfast and unbreachable.

  Whenever Vasileios held the line, Cir and Michalis, would act as the primary melee fighters.

  They were to provide offensive support, plementing Vasileios defensive prowess.

  Vasiliki was to act as their ranged batant, immobilizing enemies and unleashing a barrage of magic projectiles from a safe distance, further bolstering their offensive and support capabilities.

  Simultaneously, Draco, Dimitra, Eleni, and Nikoos formed the gathering team, tasked not only with colleg the valuable magic stones dropped by the sin monsters, but also maintaining a vigint watch for any potential ambushers.

  This strategic positioning ehat the fighting group could focus solely oask at hand, secure in the knowledge that their blind spots were protected.

  As the hours ticked by, the Bahamut Familia's well-orchestrated pn proved to be a resounding success.

  Whehe first group grew weary, the sed group seamlessly took over, allowing for a tinuous and effit clearing of the 10th floor.

  The familia's primary target, the orcs, were dispatched with practiced precision, their magic stones fetg a premium pri the market.

  The Bahamut Familia's triumph was not merely a testament to their individual skills, but to their exceptional teamwork and strategic a.

  While the lower floors of the dungeoed the challenge of log the monsters scattered around, the familia's a the hole, Draco, ehat this obstacle was swiftly overe.

  As the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the end of the day's hunt, the Bahamut Familia emerged from the depths, their pockets heavy with the spoils of their bor.

  Exhausted but eted, they made their way to the guild, eager to tally their impressive haul before retreating to the fort of their home, where mueeded rest and recovery awaited them.

  ……………………………………………………………….

  The days trickled by slowly as the Bahamut Familia tinued grinding in the dungeon.

  The monotonous routine of delving deeper, sying monsters, colleg magic stones, drop items and excelia had bee a familiar rhythm for the group.

  However, the anticipation for the upius meeting loomed rge in their minds, especially for Bahamut, the goddess at the helm of the familia.

  Finally, the day of Denatus had arrived, and Bahamut was currently in her room, meticulously choosing the best attire from her arsenal.

  She wao make a favorable impression, as the gathering portunity to be acquaintances with some like minded gods.

  While the rest of the Bahamut Familia were at home, taking a well-deserved break from the dungeon for the day, one member was spicuously absent – Drabsp;

  He had informed Bahamut of his pns, and she wholeheartedly supported his decision, even though it meant she would have little to boast about during the Denatus.

  Bahamut couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness, as most gods used the Denatus as a ptform t about their children's aplishments.

  However, she uood Draco's reasons for making such a choice, and she respected his itment to the familia’s growth.

  ‘The Denatus is going to be a wild one,’ Bahamut thought, a small smile pying on her lips as she gave her refle one final iion.

  "Hmm, perfect," she murmured, satisfied with her appearance.

  Denatus was set to begin ie afternoon, leaving Bahamut with some time to spare.

  "Draco better return back safely and not do anything crazy," she muttered, a hint of g her voice.

  "I'm sure he'll be fine," Dimitra reassured, having fiyling Bahamut's hair.

  "By the way, you look absolutely stunning." she plimented.

  Eleni, who rawled on Bahamut's bed, mung on some snacks, nodded in agreement.

  Bahamut offered a grateful smile, but her worry for Draco lingered.

  "Thanks, but I am worried because he is alone," Bahamut replied.

  "What do you mean?" Cir asked, joining the versation.

  "You all should have realized by now that he is always careful and thoughtful when you all are around. That's because you all are some kind of limiter for him, but now he is alone in the dungeoo his devices. Who knows what crazy thing he will do?" Bahamut expined, her brow furrowing with .

  "Hmm, we never really thought of it that way. But, I don't think there is still anything to worry about," Cir replied, Dimitra and Eleni nodding in agreement.

  "Why do you all think so?" Bahamut asked, her curiosity piqued.

  The girls looked at each other, a smile pying on their lips before Eleni spoke up.

  "Because we know that whehinks about us, he would want to return bae safely," Eleni said.

  Bahamut's eyes widened in realization, and a warm smile spread across her fabsp;

  "Oh, that's true," Bahamut replied.

  ……………………………………………………………….

  Meanwhile, deep within the dungeon's 11th floor, a lone figure strode with purpose, a massive Kanabo in hand.

  A kanabo, meanial club, was a two-haudded or spiked war club.

  'Ah, this is just perfect,' Draco thought, perf some random swings, before pg the on ba his shoulder.

  He had tried the on out on some monsters on the upper floors, and its skewering and pulverizing effect proved to be as expected.

  Currently, Draco was making his way towards the 13th floor, where the true challenges would begin for him.

  He didly know what kind of monster he was searg for, but the stro was, the better for him, as he o overe something great to acquire the high-quality excelia he required.

  Draco had no pns to go past the 16th floor in search of prey, as he was fully aware that he was currently no match for the Goliath that resided oh floor.

  He o grow stroo bee a true pilr of the Bahamut Familia, and this solo excursion into the depths of the dungeon was a crucial step in that dire.