Solomon broke into a sprint the moment he was out of their sight. He relied entirely on the memories transferred during his inheritance. He knew every single corner, hidden staircase, and forgotten shortcut within the architecture.
The primary issue involved the centuries of decay. Collapsed ceilings and buried floors completely altered the layout. Taking these specific shortcuts posed a significant risk. Finding a blocked passage meant turning back and losing valuable time.
Solomon accepted the gamble and pushed his legs faster down the dark corridors.
The floating blue screen chimed with new messages.
[GoonLord: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!]
[LazyCat: why did you just ditch the team?]
[User12: you literally just left the safest spot in the entire dungeon.]
Solomon glanced at the bronze owl keeping pace with him. "I am looking for treasure to sell. Meeting my monthly quota remains my top priority."
[User12: didn't you already reach it?]
