The doors ahead glimmered faintly, far larger than any before, etched with runes that pulsed faintly with energy. Beyond them—the unknown. New challenges. New tests. But I was ready.
Notice spoke, calm and certain: "Integration of skill, morality, and strategy is verified. Future trials will escalate, but capacity has been proven. You are prepared."
I stood slowly, muscles stiff but responsive. Each step toward the doors was deliberate, measured. Every nerve alive, every sense alert. The dungeon's metallic tang lingered, but it no longer tasted of fear—it was a reminder of what I had endured, mastered, and overcome.
Ahead, the doors opened automatically, revealing a hallway bathed in soft, golden light. It stretched beyond perception, inviting and dangerous all at once.
I stepped forward, feeling the weight of every choice I had made, every life I had protected, every lesson etched into my body and mind.
Because I was Mizu. Broken once, yes—but moving forward. Whole, ready, unyielding.