The relief from Phase Three did not last.
It never did.
The moment the system pressure receded, the unified zone did not return to anything resembling its former state. Instead, it rearranged. Stone folded inward like softened clay, layers sliding and locking into new configurations as the terrain reshaped itself in deliberate stages. Elevated platforms rose from the fractured ground, slanted corridors formed at unnatural angles, and suspended landmasses lifted just above the surface, hovering in place as if held aloft by unseen hands. Narrow bridges of hardened mana stretched between them, thin and unforgiving, their faint glow pulsing with restrained energy.
The dungeon was no longer testing endurance.
It was redefining the battlefield.
