Bel stood in place.
The wind was gone. The cold of the frozen dungeon didn't exist to him.
He was lost in thought.
What would he become next? What kind of evolution was waiting beyond the Trial Dungeon? What kind of form would he reach after the Obsidian Box?
His claws crushed the frozen ground.
"More power..."
He could feel it calling to him. The temptation. The hunger. He wanted to open that path right now.
But then, his eyes caught something.
[One attempt only.]
He blinked.
One attempt?
He frowned. That line felt... different.
A normal dungeon key just opened a rift. You could go in and out, take your time. You could even come back later. There was never a line saying "one attempt."
He stared at the key.
"Why say that?"
Bel's mind started analyzing it. A dungeon could be entered multiple times until cleared. And technically, others could follow you in.
It was just a tear in space.
But this...
This was not just a dungeon.
