Leon calmly walked toward the portal, his heart thumping wildly with excitement. Each step he took made his blood boil hotter, not with fear but with anticipation. He didn't even bother to check the countless notifications that had bombarded his system interface. He didn't care—not now. The only thing that mattered was stepping out of this cursed dungeon and back into the real world.
From his spatial ring, he retrieved the black mask he had stored away back when he had just entered the dungeon. Back then, he had been cautious, almost timid. Now? He strapped it onto his face with steady hands, his silver hair brushing against the edges of the mask as if declaring that the Leon who had entered was not the same Leon who was leaving.
He came close to the swirling vortex. Its spiral pulled at him with irresistible force, each rotation distorting the space around it. Without hesitation, he let himself be sucked in. His vision blurred, then turned completely black.
