Days passed by since I woke up, but....
I ditched the monument.
Again.
Just looked at the path leading to it, felt my stomach twist like it was trying to do origami, and turned the other way.
I knew Zeref and Kael would scold me later for skipping my "emotional responsibility quest," but sue me. The dungeon was easier to face than a mountain of graves.
Floor 50 had been my last achievement before everything went to hell. So that's exactly where I dropped myself back in.
The air was the same: moldy, humid, and hinting at violence. The kind of smell that made me go, "Yep, home sweet home."
The second I stepped down into Floor 51, everything inside me snapped into a version of myself I hadn't used in way too long.
The gamer me.
Not the confused one who kept panicking and making stupid emotional choices, but the one who calculated, who didn't flinch, who didn't think she was about to die every five minutes.
