Xavier’s footsteps echoed as he made his way to the seventh floor. The dungeon's oppressive air weighed on him, but he had no choice. He couldn’t stop now. Not when he was so close. Three more floors, just three more, and he’d be free—back to the world he belonged to. Back to his friends, his mentors… and the life he needed to return to.
He touched the bracelet on his wrist, a silver band with glowing blueish-purple stones that had been a gift from his father—the father he had never met. His mother always told him that his father was someone special, someone who had left him this token to remind him of his potential and protect him if he fell into any dangerous situation. This bracelet was more than just a memento; it was a promise that one day, he would fulfill his destiny and become the
