Stark rode his [Ghost Wolf] into the zone beyond [Shell City].
It had been a while since he came here.
Even though he had passed through these lands before, the surroundings felt strangely unfamiliar now.
For a moment, it almost felt like a completely different place.
But after riding for about half an hour, his memory clicked back into place.
'The [Demonic Ruins] should be nearby.'
He already knew what to expect.
The ruins weren't like regular zones, they were split into five different layers.
Most players barely managed to reach the fourth floor, and those who were foolish enough to go to the fifth quickly regretted it.
The reason? The final boss.
It wasn't something the early game was meant to handle.
Even Stark, with all of his knowledge and strength, knew he stood no chance against it right now.
But that wouldn't last forever.
He would get there. He would beat it.
