Bellator gazed upon the human with vicious happiness as his Dungeon Core hummed contentedly, witnessing the destruction of the intruder. The initial surge of anger gradually dissipated, replaced by a somber realization. He sensed his mother’s thoughts drifting back to memories of a past life, feelings of sorrow and loss washing over her.

Empathizing with her pain, Bellator couldn't help but feel enraged at the cruelty humans had inflicted upon his mother. He vowed to avenge her, even if it meant leaving the safety of the Dungeon. Her palpable sorrow as she mourned the loss of her former pack fueled his determination even more.

Returning to the heart of his Dungeon, a hidden alcove nestled high above the cavern, Bellator squeezed himself into the tight space, wrapping around the core and the pedestal it rested upon. He projected tranquility and solace, attempting to pull his mother from her painful recollections. Gradually, her emotions shifted, and she began to mend the Dungeon.

The beings that had perished were restored, and the forest regained its serene, peaceful ambiance, much like it was before the chaos. As her core shone brighter, a small blue notification appeared before her. Gently, she channeled mana and released it, almost as if exhaling in relief.

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Thank you, Bellator.

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I felt a sense of serenity wash over me as I gazed around the dungeon, everything in its rightful place. The lions prowled, the deer grazed, and the smaller creatures emerged from their hiding spots. Bellator was nestled protectively around my core as I expanded the alcove, adding delicate plants around my heart. Finally, a sense of peace settled within me.

My pack, and the bond between us, was sorely missed. To wolfkin like us, the pack was our lifeblood, our strength. The humans knew this and used it against us, tearing us apart, collaring us, stripping us of our abilities, and keeping us apart. It was a cruel tactic that worked all too well in the Torcus Kingdom, where lycan slaves were in high demand.

But in that moment, as Bellator sent a wave of calm through our bond, I felt a glimmer of hope. The notification that appeared before me only fueled that hope further.

You have slain Rank F [Rogue].

Would you like to create a new floor?

I smiled mentally as I selected yes. I can do a lot with this.