While turning to leave, Darien noticed something his inventory item had picked up.
It was the Dungeon Chest of Forlorn Asylum.
Apparently, he had met all the requirements to acquire it.
Inside was the Dungeon Key, glinting in a blue mist, but the warrior didn't reach for it right away.
'Not this time,' he thought.
The key could grant him access to the sub-dungeon, a deeper nightmare compared to what he had just faced.
And since he was far stronger now than last time, Darien knew the trial would be very easy.
But he wasn't interested now, as he wanted to return quickly to Lanthold.
Sadly, the Dungeon Key would fade away the moment he crossed the bridge back into the real world.
Tap~tap.
The footsteps of the other aspirants echoed toward him as Darien exited the dungeon chamber into the wide peristyle.
They stopped short, staring in disbelief as the boy and his moon walked calmly through the field of corpses.
"G-gulp… D-did he really do all this?"
