A Marksman Arrow II.

Ryuen strode behind Yurei with his hands in his coat pockets.

He had received his uniform, and luckily, his was a black tailored coat.

It had a high collar and was belted at the lower abdomen.

The coat opened at the bottom, revealing his trousers and boots.

It was an exact copy of his old suit—the same fabric, the same style, and the same familiar feeling it gave him.

The dungeon gate was located in an abandoned part of the city, surrounded by remnants of old buildings covered in vines.

A reminder that a dungeon had opened there, a war had been fought, and the place had been rendered uninhabitable.

It was a giant rectangular mirror… or in this case, a glass, reflecting the world behind it.

It pulsed with a blue glow, its jagged design resembling cracks in reality itself.

The longer one stared at it, the more it seemed to stretch inward.