I opened my eyes. The white portal space was replaced by the wooden beams of my dorm in the Opal Dormitory.
The remaining four nights. That was how long I had spent in the [Eternal Dungeon] since my meeting with Ivan. Each night I entered the dungeon and finally reached floor 600 but I still haven't leveled up entirely... Just my skills.
I sat up, flexing my hand. Invisible lines of mana traced along my skin, humming with power.
`[Skill: [Mana Sense (A-Rank)] -> [S-RANK!]]`
`[Skill: [Blink (B-Rank)] -> [A-RANK!]]`
`[Skill: [Rimefrost Affliction (B-Rank)] -> [A-RANK!]]`
I wasn't just a fencer anymore. I was a mage-killer. I could teleport, I could sense magic a mile away, and I could infect a spell with corruption before it even finished casting.
Silas wanted a dance? He was going to get one.
