Marcus logged into Dominion and reappeared on the first level of Mystic Turtle's Tomb, exactly where he had logged out the previous night. The familiar chill of the dungeon wrapped around him as he faced the five-way intersection ahead, its branching tunnels already threatening to scramble his sense of direction.
He calmly applied every buff he had, summoned his pets one by one, then chose the first tunnel on the right and advanced with firm confidence. Before moving too far, he carefully carved markers along the walls, refusing to trust memory alone in a place like this.
Three hours later, he was still wandering through darkness, passing identical tunnels and endless intersections that blurred together until they felt like a cruel joke. The layout never seemed to repeat in any helpful way. Each turn promised progress, yet delivered only more stone corridors stretching into uncertainty.
