[Congratulations! Boss defeated and dungeon cleared!]
[Exit Stone generated.]
[Congratulations! You have slain: Skeletal Hydra!]
He blinked at the words, before a tired grin crept in on his face.
"Almost died in the process too," he muttered, almost laughing. "You were one tough bastard."
But the messages weren't done. More windows flooded into view, overlapping until he had to wave a hand to minimize them.
[Congratulations! You have leveled up!]
[Level: 7↑]
[+5 unassigned stat points]
Wade straightened, brushing the dust and bone fragments from his armor.
Level seven. That meant he'd gone up four levels in a single dungeon.
His fingers twitched at the thought. Each level meant more power, more survivability, and a step closer to true independence from the guilds.
He turned, surveying the remains of the battlefield. The once pristine white tiles were scorched black, riddled with cracks and holes where the hydra's attacks had landed.
