"She's good," Jess thought, her gaze locked on the elf with a serious expression. "Taking her down would be impossible for me right now. I have to face reality... I'm not strong enough."
Her fists clenched at the admission, but she refused to let despair take hold. "Still, I'll make it onto that list."
The king was offering invaluable resources to those selected, granting them the chance to grow before the real mission began. Making it onto that list was the key—her one shot at changing her fate.
That strength would fuel her revenge. She wasn't enough. Not yet. But she would be.
"It'll be my turn soon. Win or lose, I have to be selected."
...….
Back in the dungeon…
Caleb was still going strong, now pushing through the 18th floor. As he had predicted, the dungeon followed a repeating pattern—every ten floors cycled through monsters with similar traits, growing stronger the deeper he went.
