"I got out…"
Looking back to see the shimmering door she had just tumbled out of disappear behind her, a certain necromancer let out a quiet sigh of relief knowing how she had just managed to get through the most dangerous situation she had found herself in since she reached her current level.
To say she was overjoyed, though, would be wrong.
After all, while she might have managed to successfully escape from the dungeon with her life, her original goal hadn't been completed, and she was still just as far away from surpassing the SS Rank as she had been before stepping inside the Swirling Sands Dungeon. The main difference compared to when she had stepped into the Swirling Sands Dungeon being the fact that she had lost her trump card along with the vast army of undead and necromancers that had been beneath her.
