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The sky was filled with the poignant smell of rain. A seemingly endless stream of water that poured down from the heavens.

It drenched my hair. For at the end of that seal, that construct of sturdy and resistant material was a forest. Covered in the rain of a season long passed. For the artificial sun beat down over our heads with a certain... certain quality that could not be denied.

And so I grit my teeth, bared my stance low to the ground as it should be. Turned to Lily for instructions. For I had sensed the lack of enemies but still...

"A dungeon... hiding down here of all places..." She muttered to herself and it was quite concerning.

I had come from one... Inari had come from one too. And the strength of one was more than not determined by the size and reality of the dungeon.

Inari was an outlier. He was one that had power despite the reality being that he was out of his dungeon. Had merely created a fortress around that core of his.