As he pressed deeper into the labyrinthine passages, a sense of invincibility swelled within him. Above his head, almost as if etched into existence with a divine hand, hung the unimaginable titles of "Dungeon Master" and "God Killer." These words seemed to emit a pulsating energy, empowering the magician even further. Snow seemed to feed off his grief, upon arrival into the 50th floor, he dashed and with one strong bite, he snapped the red dragon's neck.With every foe he vanquished, the magician's sense of purpose grew stronger. He knew that his strength had surpassed anything he had previously known. As he descended towards the lower levels, his newfound abilities seemed to grow with every step. The dungeon creatures that had once struck fear into his heart now sprawled lifeless at his feet.However, amidst the thrill of victory, a bittersweet taste lingered on the magician's lips. The loss of his team mates still haunted him, reminding him of the sacrifices made along the journey. The title of "Dungeon Master" and "God Killer" seemed hollow compared to the emptiness that dwelled in his heart.And so, clouded with grief and anger, the magician forged ahead, his path illuminated by the flickering torches that lined the dungeon walls. The weight of his titles bore down upon him, defining his destiny to seek justice for his fallen comrades and to put an end to the darkness that had consumed their lives.Emerging from the dungeon's depths, the magician stepped out into the cool embrace of the moonlit night. His face, once filled with determination, now displayed a mix of exhaustion, anguish, and an indescribable sorrow. Tears streamed down his cheeks, glistening as they reflected the pale glow of the moon above.His cries of grief echoed through the silent night, each wail carrying both his personal agony and the weight of lost companions. The sound reverberated against the dungeon walls, resonating within the depths from which he had emerged, as if nature itself mourned the fallen heroes.With a heavy heart, the magician began his solitary journey back to the capital, the place that once brimmed with laughter and camaraderie but now stood isolated and empty. The path stretched before him, lined with towering trees that whispered ancient secrets, their leaves trembling in response to his grief.Every step he took seemed to echo with a melancholic rhythm, as his footfalls resonated through the very fabric of his being. Memories of battles fought and victories won danced before his eyes, but they brought him no solace. The weight of his loss hung heavily upon his soul, forming an invisible burden that only he could comprehend.Despite his companions being tragically absent, the magician carried with him the tangible remnants of their final endeavor. His item box, once light and unassuming, now sagged heavily with the treasures and monster materials collected from the depths of the dungeon. Among all the spoils, it was the red dragon's remains that held the most prominent place within the magical chest. Its once mighty presence, the source of their trepidation, now lay defeated within the box, reduced to fragments and memories.As he trudged back to the capital, the magician's steps were accompanied only by his own thoughts and the faint rustle of leaves beneath his boots. The stillness that enshrouded him echoed the emptiness he felt within. The vibrant city, once bustling with life, now greeted him with an eerie silence as its denizens slept, oblivious to the havoc that had transpired beneath their feet.Alone in his sorrow and burdened with the weight of his achievements, the magician continued his quiet walk, his resolve guiding him forward. Each step carried him closer to the capital, where he bore not only treasures procured from the dungeon's depths but also an unquenchable fire, burning with vengeance and the need to honor the memories of those he had lost.Undeterred by his grief and resolved to put an end to his quest, the magician walked with purpose towards the bustling merchant guild. With each step, anticipation and determination radiated from him, overshadowing the sorrow that still clung to his heart. The weight of the red dragon's remains in his item box seemed to push him forward, as if it held the power to change his fate.As he reached the guild's front door, the magician paused, taking a moment to survey his surroundings. Aware of the shock and disbelief that awaited him, his gaze remained steady, his face a mask of unwavering determination. And there it lay before him, the formidable red dragon, lifeless and defeated. Its massive form sprawled at the entrance, a testament to the magician's unparalleled skill.The sight of the slain dragon sent ripples of astonishment and disbelief through the guild members who stood witness. Conversations ceased, and an uneasy silence settled within the guild's walls. Dragons were mythical creatures, spoken of in legends and stories, deemed nearly invincible even by the most skilled knights. Yet, here it lay, vanquished by the hands of a single magician.Confusion and awe flickered across the faces of the guild members, their disbelief now mixed with a touch of fear. What could possess a mere magician to accomplish what twenty Special ranked knights had failed to achieve? The room buzzed with whispered conversations as they struggled to process the inconceivable reality before them.With unwavering confidence, the magician extended his hand towards the stunned guild members, silently demanding payment. His eyes locked onto the guild leader, a mixture of determination and expectation burning within them. The weight of his grief had molded him into someone unstoppable, someone capable of overcoming the impossible.The guild leader, unable to ignore the reality that lay before them, composed himself with visible effort. The shock still lingering in his voice, he agreed to fulfill the magician's request for payment but with a hesitant caveat. The guild would have to pay in installments, for a feat such as this carried a price that even they had not expected.