I rested for what felt like weeks—long, dragging days spent beneath the jagged ceiling of that forgotten cave. Time passed slowly, every tick of the clock marked by the dull ache in my bones and the occasional drip of water echoing through the cavern. But even in that stillness, I never truly stopped. My body was healing, yes, but my mind was already preparing for what came next.
Revenge.
I hadn't forgotten the harpies—the screeching storm of feathers and claws that had nearly torn me apart. And now that I knew their leader was the floor boss, our paths were destined to cross again. It wasn't just about revenge anymore. If I wanted to ascend to the next floor, I had to face them, whether I was ready or not.
