Kai barely had time to catch his breath. The shattered core still pulsed faintly beneath the shards, but the real threat wasn't the dungeon's corruption anymore.
A figure stepped from the shadows, sleek and deadly, eyes cold like a hunter on the prowl. Black leather armor, twin daggers glinting under the dim light. His gaze locked on Kai with pure contempt.
"You think wiping the Demon King's core was luck? That broom of yours is a relic. And relics always come with owners."
Kai tightened his grip on the broom. These cleaning supplies were his weapons, but this hunter was different calculated and dangerous.
"Who sent you?" Kai asked, voice low and sharp.
The hunter smirked. "Does it matter? Soon, you'll be nothing but dust swept under the rug."
The dungeon walls trembled behind him. Corruption was fighting back.
Kai's eyes narrowed. The grind was far from over.
Clean or be cleaned.