At first glance, it resembled a fortress ...
yet its architecture differed,
more akin to the cathedrals once used by the Sacred Throne faith.
A cathedral.
And not just any ...
the largest Ethan had ever seen in his life.
Its towers stretched skyward, jagged and spiked,
its walls built from black stone that gleamed
like polished obsidian.
"…Is that it?"
"The final zone of this legacy dungeon?"
Jackson nodded.
"Yes.
The strongest monsters nest there…
and beyond them—
the cursed Golden Dawn Knight."
Breaking through that place felt impossible...
not with their current strength.
Ethan studied it in silence for several minutes,
before his expression hardened,
his thoughts aligning into something more focused.
"There's something that's been bothering me, Jackson…
something in your story that doesn't add up."
Jackson replied in the same indifferent tone.
"And what exactly would that be?"
In that moment...
Ethan chose to strike directly at the hidden truth
