Lucien made one final round before the day ended.
He simply walked, letting the last light of evening settle over the land while his thoughts moved ahead of him in quieter directions.
There was one place he still wanted to see before anything changed again.
The Slime Dungeon.
Or rather, where it had once been.
He went there alone at first, though Skittles and a few of the others trailed after him.
When Lucien arrived, he stopped.
The entrance was gone.
The entire dungeon had collapsed into itself long ago, leaving behind only a scar in the land and a strange stillness that felt too complete to be natural.
Vivian, who had followed at some point, spoke softly from behind him.
"It happened after you left," she said. "We heard it before we understood what it was. The whole dungeon just… ended."
Lucien did not answer right away.
His gaze remained fixed on the place where one of the strangest and most formative parts of his early life had once stood.
