Stone replaced concrete.
Cold air scraped her lungs. The sound of the gate sealing echoed once, then vanished entirely.
Sera pushed herself upright.
The corridor stretched in both directions, carved with unnatural precision. Bioluminescent growth clung to the walls. The floor was worn smooth by something that had passed through many times.
Her status screen flickered violently.
Dungeon Classification: Labyrinth
Exit: Unavailable
Condition: Survival
She exhaled slowly.
Complaining would not help. Screaming would not help.
She checked her mana. Forty-one.
Four teleports. Maybe five if she pushed.
She moved.
The labyrinth did not announce danger. It simply delivered it.
Creatures emerged from blind corners, from ceilings, from places that should not have existed. Sera learned to count steps, track shadows, and mark turns. She learned how far ten meters really was.
Teleport. Strike. Retreat. Recover.
Every mistake cost blood. Every success bought minutes.
Sleep came in fragments. Food was scarce. Pain became background noise.
She did not think about Earth.
She did not think about betrayal.
She thought about efficiency.