Level 63.
From one fragment dungeon.
The between-space crystallization EXP running differently from Soul Harvest — not the passive accumulation of sustained presence but the active yield of between-space architecture unwound and released.
Dense.
He picked up the materials.
Held the Between-Space Crystal.
It was cold in a way that was not physical temperature. The specific cold of the between-space that had been compressed and isolated and had not experienced the return.
He pocketed the materials.
Walked out of the collapsed dungeon space.
The lower guild district market resumed its morning around him — the Domain stable, the brief disruption of the dungeon's presence resolved, the honest architecture running clean.
He took three steps toward the clinic.
Stopped.
Someone was standing at the dungeon site.
Not standing where the entrance had been — standing where she had apparently been standing the whole time he was inside.
Watching.
A woman he didn't recognize.
