After the chaotic dinner with Nyx, Alden finally arrived at his destination.
A mountain range stretched in front of him.
Grapevine Mountain Range.
Many jagged peaks could be seen above, covered in drifting white fog.
Somewhere among them, where not many people had reached till now, was what he sought.
A dungeon.
It wasn't the recurring kind, like the one he had previously completed. This dungeon didn't have fixed layouts and predictable patterns like it.
No.
Today's challenge was a Flux Dungeon.
It was a rare and ever-adapting type of dungeon that adapted itself based on the intruder's capabilities.
Nobody truly understood how they worked—not even the most brilliant dungeon theorists.
These dungeons didn't operate on rules. They reacted and shifted their shape in real time.
Even Alden was confused; how could they even exist?
One moment, a field of mutated wolves.
The next, a collapsing canyon flooded with poison.
A living system.
Perfect.
