The air around the dungeon gate crackled with an eerie energy, black lightning arcing across its surface like veins of corruption spreading through the void.
The once-familiar blue glow of a C-rank dungeon had been swallowed whole by something far worse — something unnatural.
Rem narrowed his eyes as he approached, feeling the energy pressing against his skin, making the very air feel heavier.
It wasn't just the dungeon's energy seeping out — it was twisting the very fabric of the world around it.
The grass beneath his feet had withered to a dull gray, and the trees closest to the gate were blackened husks, stripped of all life.
Something was deeply, deeply wrong here.
His fingers flexed, his muscles coiled. He had cleared dungeons before, but this? This was different.
Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, his legs tensed — and in a single motion, he launched himself forward.
