I thought I was done with surprises. I thought, for once, the universe would let me walk back to camp like a normal person.
But no.
When the teleport light cleared, instead of the lovely checkpoint where Zeref probably got dumped off, I was back at floor forty-eight.
"...You've got to be kidding me."
The same cursed corridor. The same stupid glyphs on the wall. I could practically smell the spatial trap's mockery.
Zeref probably skipped straight to floor fifty. That smug pyromaniac probably didn't even break a sweat while I was down here fighting lava crabs the size of cows.
By the time I clawed my way to the fiftieth-floor checkpoint, I was half-dead, drenched in sweat, and ready to throw my sword off a cliff.
The moment I stumbled out of the last chamber, I dropped to my knees and wheezed like a dying fish.
"Water. I need...ugh...bath. Lake. Ocean. Anything not made of sweat."
