I don’t belong to anyone

"Good," she muttered, trudging forward. "Because it's not going anywhere."

Liria wiped the sweat from her brow, grimacing as the stickiness of dried blood clung to her hand. Her legs protested every step, and her head throbbed with the dull ache of overexertion. She let out a long groan, her mismatched eyes narrowing at the endless stretch of dungeon before her.

"System," she grumbled, "how much farther until the exit? Please tell me I'm not stuck in here forever."

[Distance to dungeon exit: approximately 3.2 kilometers.]

"Three point two—?!" Liria's voice echoed sharply, her frustration bouncing off the walls. She threw her hands up, glaring at the jagged ceiling. "Of course! Why not make me walk across a continent while we're at it? Just slap me in a marathon simulator!"

[Suggestion: Complaining will not reduce the distance.]

"I hate you," she snapped, her voice flat but venomous.

[Observation noted.]