Max stood amidst the wreckage of his recent battle, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He gazed around at the aftermath, feeling a sense of triumph swell within him. The skeletal guardian had put up an impressive fight, but he had emerged victorious once again.
Sheathing his now-dulled crimson blade, Max took a moment to survey the room. The altar, previously dormant throughout the battle, now glowed with a pulsating light. This was his cue to leave and return home.
[Floor 5 completed, you can now return to the outside world, brave adventurer]
He had many questions, first of all, about these depths his divination and the book were talking about, then about the gods and their contracting process that could transform even a weak monster into something this powerful, and finally about his future plans.
He shook his hands in the end, after all, soon enough, all these questions would be answered, whether he liked it or not.
