Although it was tough, Quentin's method of training worked. He pushed us to our absolute limits and only allowed us to rest and recover when there was no more juice to squeeze out of our bodies.
It was Friday, and we were finally on the final floor of the dungeon.
After I went home on Monday, I did some research on the dungeon and discovered that it was an undisclosed dungeon that belonged to my family.
Who permitted Quentin to use the dungeon? I could only assume that it was my older brother.
The final floor was different from the others as there was no longer a corridor for us to traverse.
It was a short but wide hallway that led to double gates that we had to push open.
Because defeating the boss meant the dungeon would shut down, we asked Quentin if he was sure that we were allowed to do this, but he reassured us that it was fine if the boss died.
Although I was confused, I didn't ask questions.
