Silver lightning razed through the void as Kyrian sheared through the atmosphere. The impact of his descent carved out a crater a mile wide, sending shockwaves echoing through the landscape.

**Unidentified entity detected. Power signature exceeds safe parameters. Initiating containment protocols. Error-**

The notification flickered in Kyrian’s vision. With a scowl, Kyrian dismissed the message with a thought. He surveyed the landscape, noting how the System magic suffuses his creation. Kendreia, once lush and teeming with arcane life, now lay suffocated beneath a shroud of vile magic. The creatures that roamed these lands—once vibrant and diverse—had fallen prey to a parasitic enchantment. Their magics, once wild and free, had been shackled, transmuted into something grotesque, synthetic.

Kyrian's eyes smoldered as he perceived the primordial mana - his brother’s essence - being siphoned by living beings, repurposed to feed the System. He extended his senses, tendrils of ancient mana seeking and probing for the familiar pulse of his kin. Yet all that returned to him were the distorted reverberations of a power corrupted.

Kyrian's essence continued to span the terrain, his frustration a silent storm brewing within the core of his being. The mountain range loomed ahead, its peaks cloaked in an oppressive aura that spoke of a deep corruption. He honed in on a pulsating hotspot—a beacon of unnatural energy that gnawed at the fabric of the world with insidious hunger. Intrigued, he decided to investigate this place.

With a surge of power, he propelled himself toward the source, covering the distance in mere moments. Before him yawned the entrance to a cave, its mouth gaping wide as if to devour. Shadows clung to its edges, a warning of unknown depths that lay inside.

Without a moment's hesitation, Kyrian stepped into the maw of darkness. The boundary crossed, a system message materialized before his eyes:

"Nether Dungeon, Level: 110, Class: Mysticite, Current Floor: 1st of 5."

Kyrian navigated through the twisting tunnels of the Nether Dungeon, his senses attuned to the pulsing energy that surrounded him. The further he delved, the stronger the pull on his essence became. He could feel the System magic at work, its tendrils reaching out and ensnaring strands of primordial mana and converting them to its likeness.

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The sound of his footsteps reverberated through the tunnels, and he could feel the presence of creatures hiding in the darkness. They were not natural denizens of his realm, but rather creations of corrupted mana. Kyrian's eyes narrowed as he caught sight of one of these abominations - a twisted amalgamation of claws and teeth that lunged at him with a feral hunger.

**Beast Identified. Level 101 Nether Wyrm**

With a flick of his wrist, Kyrian weaved a strand of primordial lightning that arced towards the creature, engulfing it in a blinding flash. The echoes of its screeches reverberated off the walls before fading into silence. Kyrian scoffed with disdain and continued deeper into the dungeon, determined to find the source of this corruption.

As he descended into the bowels of the dungeon, more nether wyrms lurched from the shadows, their grotesque forms twisting unnaturally as they attacked Kyrian with claws and fanged mouths. Kyrian danced with the creatures in a deadly waltz of combat. Each strike and parry was met with equal ferocity as he dodged claws that sliced through the air like scythes. The acrid stench of sulfur filled his nostrils as he spun away from snapping jaws that aimed to rend flesh from bone.

"Weak." Kyrian said coldly, his voice laced with disdain as he countered a creature's lunging attack with a swift kick that sent it sprawling.

The beasts snarled in response, their twisted form contorting as they launched themselves at Kyrian once more. He sidestepped its charge with fluid grace, the ground trembling beneath him as he landed a punishing blow that cracked bone. Dodging a flurry of razor-sharp claws, Kyrian weaved through the chaotic onslaught like a shadow in motion. The cavern echoed with roars and growls as he engaged in a deadly dance with his monstrous adversaries.

Deciding he had had enough; Kyrian unleashed a small torrent of raw primordial mana that engulfed his foes in searing light. The monsters fell to the ground, their twisted forms convulsing in agony as the raw power of Kyrian's attack consumed them. As their fading essences dissipated into the air, he tapped into the system mana that lingered around them. With a focused effort, he converted the mana into primordial energy and sent it deep into Kendreia's core. The realm’s core was where Il'wen once lived and where his brother stored mana before it became diluted and spread throughout the realm.

**Congratulations. You have successfully cleared the 1st floor of the Nether Dungeon.

Rewards:

* Experience Points (XP): Error%)

* Item Obtained: [Nether Blade] (Rare)

Level Up!

Current Level: ∞ERROR ➜ ∞ERROR

Objective cleared. Transporting to 2nd floor**