The silence on the summit was a heavy, oppressive thing. The swirling vortex of the dungeon entrance was a silent, arrogant challenge. Nox stood before it, the memory of the gatekeeper's impossible power a fresh, burning wound in his pride.
"She is gone," Serian said, her voice a little shaky as she got to her feet. "Nox, we cannot enter. That woman… she is on a level we cannot yet comprehend."
"Yeah, I noticed," Nox grunted. He looked at his scepter, Regulus. A small, hairline crack had appeared in the obsidian shaft where the spatial wave had hit. 'She damaged a Mythical-grade weapon with one hit. What the hell is she?'
[Analysis: The entity designated 'Gatekeeper' is operating on a different power scale,] Liona's voice confirmed. [Her abilities are not based on the 'World's Scripture' as you know it. She is a variable from an external system. Direct confrontation is, at your current level, statistically equivalent to suicide.]
