Several hours passed inside the dark dimensional rift filled with the pulse of ancient energy. Time felt very different here; the thick blackish-purple mist made it difficult to distinguish between day and night. Only the slowly accelerating pulse of the purple stone walls and the increasingly rare, distant monster roars served as markers that time continued to move in a strange and unpredictable rhythm.
Sylvia stood in the middle of a wide corridor already littered with sharp purple crystal shards and floating black dust. Her long black mantle fluttered gently in the cold, damp dimensional wind, her extremely long black hair cascading like living dark silk. The Chains of Abyss on her wrists still rattled softly clink… clink… as if the chains were not yet satisfied after slaughtering hundreds of monsters in a short time.
Ding! Level Up! Level 43 → 44
Ding! Level Up! Level 44 → 45
