The Raven screeched in pain, the wound sealing again—but slower this time.
He attacked again. Again. Again.
Each slash tore through freshly repaired flesh. Each one drained a bit more from that life force bar.
And Leon didn't stop.
He couldn't afford to.
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TIME REMAINING: 00:27:13
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"Twenty-seven minutes... I can still do this," he muttered, his breath ragged, his body drenched in blood and sweat.
His first mission—to defeat the dungeon only with his fists—was already a lost cause. But the timed mission? He could still complete that.
He had changed.
This dungeon had transformed him.
The soft-hearted boy who once feared confrontation was long gone. Replaced by a survivor—cold, calm, and ruthless.
He wasn't doing this for fame. Or power. Or glory.
He was doing this for the people he loved.
For his sick mother.