Sylas snapped awake from his stupor, realizing that the pulsing waves of the Dungeon had finally come to a stop. The world around him began to crumble, and a long list of notifications he had ignored to the side seemed to have been pushed even further to the back of his mind.
For a moment, Sylas focused, realizing he was likely going to have to try and find a way to survive the destruction of this. However, just as he was planning on trying to save himself once again, something odd happened.
The floor slipped out from under him, a spatial tear manifesting from the violence of the destruction.
Sylas was going to avoid it, but his sensory perception toward space was actually quite strong.
'… Really?'
Sylas slipped through the spatial storm.
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