The next morning came way too fast, like life itself had slapped me awake with a wet towel.
My body still felt like it was stitched together by potion fumes and stubbornness, but we regrouped at the dungeon entrance because apparently we don't value our life expectancy.
Floor 71 welcomed us with a warm, humid breeze and a monster that looked like someone mashed a gorilla and a centipede together. It screeched the moment it saw us. I screeched too, but mine was internal. Much more dignified.
I charged ahead with my longsword raised, fully expecting some kind of challenge.
It died in one hit.
I stared down at its twitching corpse. "You've got to be kidding me."
Kael walked past me, smirking like a smug prince. "Disappointed?"
"I wanted a spatial trap. Something dramatic. Explosions. A little trauma. Something."
Zeref snorted. "Only you would complain about not getting traumatised enough."
