The next day I wake up inside the Dungeon, I woke up because I felt my mouth dry, when I open my eyes and my mind clears I realize that I have a mouth full of dirt, so I got up in a hurry while spitting out the dirt and washing my mouth with a canteen of water.
It was then that I realized that my bed was next to a crater with a cloud of dust still slowly floating back to the ground.
I look around realizing I'm on a floor of the Dungeon, the floor we used to train on, then I look down at the crater again and find the Hero of Light unconscious with half his limbs broken.
"Good morning Holy Son." (Arthur)
"Good morning... what's going on here?" (I)
"I was training with my brother, but the technique he is trying to perfect still has a lot of flaws." (Arthur)
"A technique? Not a skill?" (I)
"Yes." (I)
