The peaceful atmosphere of the lake continued until the sun completely disappeared behind the horizon.
The golden light slowly faded, replaced by the quiet darkness of the night.
The group decided to stay there until morning.
After traveling through countless dangerous floors, this was the first time they could sleep without worrying about monsters suddenly appearing from the shadows.
No footsteps.
No killing intent.
No terrifying creatures waiting to ambush them.
Only the gentle sound of the wind passing through the trees.
The lake reflected the moonlight beautifully, creating a scene that looked almost impossible to exist inside a dungeon.
A place like this should not exist.
At least, that was what Ethan thought.
While the others rested, Ethan remained awake.
He sat alone near the edge of the lake, his eyes staring at the reflection of the stars on the water.
His hand rested on Bloodblade Ashura, the sword beside him.
