I handed the driver some bills and stepped out a block away. No need to draw attention. I walked slowly, activating the Faceless Cloak's passive aura — suppressing my presence, muting my mana signature, and gently bending light around me to avoid detection.
Like a shadow, I slipped through the outskirts of the crowd.
And then… I stood at the edge.
The Crimson Rift towered in front of me now, its jagged red chasm carved unnaturally into the land, surrounded by fractured earth and blackened stone. Faint whispers floated from the depths, not loud enough to understand, but enough to remind me what this place truly was.
The moment I jumped through the Rift, the world snapped.
No twisting vertigo this time. No disorientation. Just a solid thud — boots landing firmly on cracked stone.
The air was dry.
The wind… hot and heavy, like it came from some vast underground furnace.
Then, the system chimed.
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[You have entered the 9th Floor of the Labyrinth.]
[ Quest Type: Extermination ]
