The real battle had only just begun. Choi Kangmin stepped forward. The three headed beast roared, its voices overlapping into something unnatural. Flame erupted from the left head, black decay poured from the right, and the center head pulsed with crushing mana pressure. Kangmin did not retreat. He advanced. Fire collided with his blade, splitting apart under a precise diagonal slash. The heat tore through the corridor, melting stone into liquid. He pushed through it without hesitation. The decay followed. Back mist wrapped around his arm, eating away at the remnants of his armor. Flesh burned. Blood fell. He cut the mist apart. Not dispersing it. Severing the mana sustaining it. The central head opened its jaws. Pressure exploded outward. Hunters in the rear screamed as their mana circuits destabilized. Some collapsed instantly. Kangmin’s knees bent slightly. Just slightly. "So you’re accelerating,” he murmured. The dungeon walls pulsed brighter. Mana streamed fro

The dust did not settle immediately.It lingered in the air, thick and suffocating, carrying with it the scent of broken stone and ruptured mana.For several seconds, no one moved.Hunters lay scattered across the ruined corridor, some conscious, others struggling to breathe. The dungeon itself groaned, cracks spreading slowly across the walls like veins under skin.Then a shape emerged.Standing.Unmoved.The humanoid.Its dark armor was intact, untouched by the chaos it had unleashed. Its posture remained relaxed, almost casual, as if the violent exchange moments ago had meant nothing.A few meters away, another figure shifted.Kangmin.He pushed himself up from the rubble, his sword still in hand. Blood ran freely from his side, staining what remained of his armor. His breathing was heavier now, but his eyes were clear.Focused.Alive.Nearby, Lee Taeyun stepped forward from the fractured stone, one hand pressed briefly against his shoulder where a shallow crack in his barrier had

The dungeon was breaking.The ceiling gave way in massive sections, chunks of stone crashing down as unstable mana surged wildly through every corridor. The air itself felt torn, as if something far beyond the dungeon’s rank was forcing its way through the fabric of reality.Kangmin stepped forward, his sword raised in a white-knuckled grip. Beside him, Lee Taeyun stood with magic formations rotating faster and denser than before, the glowing circles casting long, flickering shadows across the ruins.Between them, the servant remained still.It was watching.Not the two Guild Masters but the shadows in the rear.It was watching Jiwoo.“…It’s ignoring us,” Lee muttered, his eyes narrowing behind his flickering barriers.Kangmin’s grip tightened. “Then we force it to look.”He vanished.Steel tore through the air, aimed directly at the servant’s neck. The servant moved at the last possible moment—not to dodge, but to shift its weight. Its hand caught the flat of Kangmin’s blade.The imp