Damon once again found himself in the familiar, scorched halls of the Flame Lord dungeon. The oppressive heat pressed against his skin like a weighted blanket, but it no longer bothered him.
"Fuck, this is so convenient," he muttered, grinning despite himself. He raised his wrist and examined the pulsing tattoo, the strange green-black sigil etched into his skin. It was like a swirl, and if he stared at it closely, it seemed as if it had no end.
He clicked his tongue. "If I had this in my last life." He picked up the remaining loot from the ground and tossed it into his inventory. The only notable drop was a snakeskin shirt that boosted his fire resistance, and he quickly donned it under his armor.
Now that everything was taken care of, he opened his system notifications. There was a whole bunch of notifications waiting for him. He selected 'yes' for everything, and finally, the system-wide announcements started rolling in one after the other.
[Ding! Dungeon Cleared]
