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... Kota, one hand resting on the flat of his blade. The dungeon gate pulsed like a cracked lens, light bleeding at the edges as it sealed behind them. The team adjusted their gear in silence. Four others, all strangers. He hadn’t given them his real name. On paper, he was "F. Hagan"—support-class melee, F-rank, here to assist.
The air hit first: warm, wet, and heavy on the lungs. The tunnel walls appeared grown rather than built—pale orange with streaks of red, like something organic had ha ...
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