Sam stepped out of the [Dimension of Time], his body reappearing in the center of his quiet apartment room.
The stillness almost felt strange after so many days spent locked in endless battle against his own clone.
He straightened, letting his eyes adjust to the normal world again, and then braced himself.
If someone had already cleared the [Maze of the Damned] while he was training, then the notification would hit him as soon as he returned.
That had happened before.
He remembered vividly when he left the dimension last time, and the announcement of the completed mission had slammed into him instantly.
This time, though, nothing came.
Sam waited. Still nothing.
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Looks like they're still stuck training. Though I'd bet a lot of them hit level ten by now."
The grin turned sharper as he thought it over.
This was the [Fourth Mission]. The exact halfway point of the [Upper] realm.
From here on out, the missions weren't designed for the weak.
