Choi Kangmin arrived at the deepest route without fanfare.The first thing he saw was that the surroundings were very ruined.The stone corridor was torn apart, walls cracked open as if something massive had forced its way through. The air was heavy with unstable mana, thick enough that even breathing felt wrong.Then he saw the body.The Vice Guild Master lay collapsed near the center of the ruined passage, armor shattered, staff snapped in half beside him. His chest rose weakly, each breath shallow.Kangmin knelt immediately.“Check him,” he ordered, his voice calm but sharp.A healer rushed forward, hands glowing as she placed them over the Vice Guild Master’s chest. The seconds stretched painfully long.“He’s alive,” she said at last. “Unconscious. Severe mana depletion and internal damage.”A quiet exhale left Kangmin’s lips.Alive was enough.Then the dungeon reacted.The mana around them twisted violently, spiraling toward the darkness ahead. The ground trembled, small stones b