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'Mana doesn't create Life without a Will, RECORD makes it do so.'

*

Crackkk!!!

Thunder cracked, and the sky collapsed.

Covered by the many fissures and twisted space, the Dungeon felt like exploding within. The four objects rotated around the revolving Return-Stone as if they were a system of sun and planets. Under them, Trifon was standing with a smile of joy and accomplishnt planted on his face.

Tomislav did not know what the outco would be. He only knew that after Dungeon Breaks, the Boss Crawlers had always wreaked havoc on anything that dared to cross their paths. But after a certain period, the RECORD would force these Boss Crawlers to turn back into a statue.

Behind him, Tomislav sensed Berb's eyed crying tears of blood, as he kept muttering a na. A na he didn't dare to hear. The symbols on the pyramid wriggled with such an intensity that felt like they would co out in the next mont.

"It's useless."

Tomislav saw the mocking smile on Trifon's face. He was looking at the pyramid, not caring about the consequences of the whispers coming out of Berb's mouth. Blood ca streaming out of Tomislav's ears and he saw Trifon spreading out his arms, trying to hug the entire world in his embrace.

"Have you forgotten your captain's theory, Child of Pharaoh? We are surrounded by Creatures of Darkness. You can call out to 'Him' as much as you like, but your voice won't go out of the Dungeon. Haha! You aren't a Blessed One."

Tomislav's face beca ugly as he heard Trifon's words and rembered his theory about the Darkness Seeking Compass. With so much happening around him, he had completely forgotten about the effect of Darkness. Behind him, the conviction on Berb's face got broken, and he looked more defeated than the head of Viscount Rayko.

"Tomislav Tomislav, use one of your blessings again. We can't let such an unnatural thing co into the world."

Tomislav felt Berb's helplessness as the bleeding teammate pleaded to him. But all he could do was shake his head in refusal. He had already used his Blessed state, resulting in the loss of a Blessing. He couldn't use it again until the next day, no matter how much he would like it to.

"My Lord Don't do it. It would kill us as soon as it cos alive Ugh!"

Zhooom!!!

Tomislav again tried to dissuade Trifon, but the storm had beco a tempest, blasting his bazooka out of the ground. He could feel his Baron-level strength getting sucked away by the gusts of winds, and it wouldn't be long before he lost his footing.

"If fate demands our death, then so be it."

Trifon's words felt like thorns, piercing Tomislav's mind. He knew that if the Boss Crawler cos alive, death would be the least of their worries.

"Berb, hold yourself! I am waking Christin up"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tomislav had decided to let Christin loose, but three mini-explosions attracted his attention. The globes that contained river-like saliva, ever-changing blood-drop, and the piece of bone burst apart. The strand of red hair, as if beckoned by an undeniable voice, got sucked out from the water drop. In the middle, the Return-Stone had beco an indistinguishable mass of black, emanating out an ethereal black glow.

Hmmmmmm!!!

Tomislav looked with a gaped mouth as the entire Dungeon humd with a strange but captivating tune. The unreachable sky felt crashing down towards him. The moon, which reigned the Night, felt twisting into the shape of an egg. And the stars felt like threads of light, stretched all over the sky. But that wasn't the end of changes.

A blurry image of a burning red Phoenix appeared in the Southern Sky, covering a fourth of the Dungeon. The image brought with it a sound that seed to have crossed the entire Galaxy to arrive there.

Screeeeech!

In the eastern sky, a blurry image of a blue-white Dragon appeared, coiling around the stretched stars. It was like a river of Stars had co down and the gurgling sounds of ravaging water filled the entire Dungeon.

Grrrrrrr!

Even before the blurry image of a White-Tiger appeared in the western sky, the primal fear of prey hunted by a beast overca all the Drears. As the grunts of beasts echoed in the Dungeon, their eardrums felt bursting apart in response.

Roarrrrr!

Towards the north, above the snowy peak, the Drears could see an enormous black shell. And a vast rope seed to be coiled around the shell, but it kept moving around as if it was alive.

Hisssss!

Under Tomislav and Berb's horrified eyes, the four Divine Materials entered the Return-Stone.

*

BOOOOM!!!

Outside the Dungeon, the black waters from the Sea of White Death had receded. The gray mist had again claid the vast open area, and the ground was ever muddy. Screams and howls could be heard in the distance. But the explosion overshadowed them in the next mont, reaching to the farthest corners of the third level of Death Separation.

The Drears were familiar and terrified by these kinds of sounds, as they were like the ring of a bell, telling them only one thing.

Dungeon Break.

Thump!

Tomislav, Berb, Trifon, and Christin got blasted out of a portal and slid dozens of ters away. Unknown to them, and unseen to any eye, a squirming mass of shadow also got thrown out of the portal. The blob of shadow followed by a book, having incomprehensible symbols all over it. The symbols wriggled like worms if one were to keep looking at them. Like a bullet, the book seed to be fired towards the chasm-like grave - the teleportation point to the fourth level.

CRACK!!!

"Ughh!"

Tomislav sohow lifted his head to see the statue over the tombstone, covered in many cracks. Black rays and gusts of black scythe-like winds ca out of the cracks, sweeping the gray mist away.

Booom!

With another explosion, the stone statue burst apart, and out ca a ball of black fire. Tomislav, as if amazed and hypnotized by the dark thing, stood up and dragged his body towards it. The black fireball squird and twisted before taking an outline of a person.

The being wasn't overly handso. His face was ordinary, and long white hair flailed behind him. A black Veil had covered his entire body and seeing the white pupils in the being's eyes, Tomislav's heart stopped in extre fear.

"The The White-Haired Assassin?!"

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