Sylas walked out of a Dungeon slowly, wrapping his own hand around his wrist. With a squeeze, he felt a satisfying crack and everything settled back into place.
His wrist wasn't broken, just a bit sore. With a few rotations, he felt it was back to normal.
He had been slacking on his flexibility training recently. He had learned pretty early on how important it was, but he had too many things on his plate. There was a reason his Skills were still at Fragmented Mastery.
Looking up, Sylas saw that there were several gazes trained on him, mostly groups of people waiting to enter the Dungeon on this mostly uninhabitable moon.
His glance shifted and he saw a leaderboard with his name at the very top of it. It was a sight that he was getting very much used to.
'Three months on the dot.' Sylas thought indifferently.
