I stepped forward, my eyes narrowing as I approached the magic circle at the heart of the dungeonification. The entire room seemed to pulse with a dark, residual energy—faint, but unmistakable. Even without my [Comprehension] skill, I understood it immediately. Every stroke, every line of the circle resonated with me, as if the complex nature of the dungeon's mana was something I had already deciphered during the battle with Armandra. The battle had taught me more than I realized.
This was the epicenter—the heart of the transformation that had twisted the Magic Tower University into this grotesque version of itself. And now, it was time to reverse that.
