PREVIEW
... mooth to rough. The walls pressed closer, uneven this time, with shallow grooves carved into them at irregular intervals. The light dimmed until only a faint glow from embedded mana veins guided his path.
He slowed his pace.
Not because of fear, but because the dungeon had changed its rhythm.
Earlier phases had followed patterns. Combat rooms. Transition corridors. Clear signals. This stretch did none of that. It felt deliberately stretched out, as if the dungeon wanted t ...
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