The chamber was silent except for Raze's labored breathing, the aftermath of violence leaving destruction that exceeded anything the dungeon's previous floors had produced. Stone walls bore cracks spreading like spider webs, the floor was cratered in patterns suggesting impacts that transcended normal combat forces, and the air itself felt heavy with residual energy that made his skin prickle.
Raze stood amid the wreckage, his body protesting every movement despite having apparently healed during the blank period. Expert Peak now, his cultivation base humming with power that felt simultaneously natural and alien, as if the advancement had occurred through methods his conscious mind couldn't fully process.
The Bephemoth Heartstring rested safely in his Inventory alongside the other loot, the engagement gift secured through trials that should have killed him repeatedly. Mission accomplished, objective achieved, nothing remaining except the long climb back to the surface.
