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As I wandered through the dimly lit compound, the darkness seemed to amplify my thoughts, wrapping around me like a shroud.
The world had quieted down, leaving only the distant sounds of construction and the soft rustle of the early morning breeze.
I found myself reflecting on the whirlwind of events that had consumed my days and nights since the incident.
The Great Southern Dungeon, an opportunity I had been eagerly looking forward to, had slipped from my grasp.
I was so busy with everything else that I simply hadn't found the time to explore it.
I had been consumed by the rebuilding efforts of the Lyma Capital and the Lyma Estate. Managing the hired adventurers and mercenaries, supervising the minions, and pouring over the intricate details of construction were no small tasks.
