I sank to my knees, chest heaving, every muscle trembling. The hall was silent, dust drifting in shafts of faint light. Sparks still danced faintly from fingertips, a whisper of residual energy.
Notice's voice was calm, almost gentle: "Dungeon cleared. Skills integrated. Morality upheld. Growth undeniable."
I exhaled slowly, letting tension drain. Best Welder hummed faintly, Rhythm settled into a soft, steady pulse, Enhanced Perception lingered like a faint echo. I was stronger, sharper, and tempered by trials both physical and moral.
The dungeon doors ahead glimmered faintly—new challenges awaited—but I had emerged, not broken, not fractured, but forged anew.
Because I was Mizu. Broken once, yes—but learning, adapting, mastering, and ready for everything to come.