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When Neo opened his eyes again, he was inside the Great Dungeon. He could instantly tell that that he was dreaming.
No, not dreaming. He was reliving a memory.
But it was not a memory he could remember. Yet, he was certain that it had happened to him.
He was dressed in clothes that were not his own. His pants were torn and ragged at the edges. The shirt he was wearing was overly tight and he could see himself dealing with friction at every slight arm movement.
His hair was disheveled and his face was stained with mud and blood. He was walking on stolen boots. Boots that clearly belonged to a Restorer.
The was certain of those because in his time, Restorer and Hunter gears were different, even their boots.
This memory… It must be after Alex left him. After he faced death at the hands of himself. After he touched the core of a dungeon. He had lived through all of that, to become this.
