*CRACK!*
The boss room inside the Swamp Tower came apart like it had been hit with a battering ram the size of a house.
It did not crumble in a slow, dramatic way.
It simply blew apart in chunks of stone and pulsing organic material, almost as if the dungeon had decided it was done with life and checked out early.
Nero Walker stood at the center of it all.
He looked like someone who had just finished handling a minor errand instead of wiping out an entire A-tier dungeon that usually required an organized raid team.
There was no exhaustion, or even tension.
Just an expression like he was mildly inconvenienced.
Near the entrance, Luna watched everything unfold.
Her arms were crossed as she observed him with the steady focus of someone who had spent centuries studying magic.
Every flicker of his mana, every shift in his stance, every spell transition was noted silently.
