[You have entered the Dynamic Field Dungeon
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Sylas barely had time to read this when another stream of notifications hit him in a torrent.
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Sylas felt something in his heart drop—not from his own emotion, but rather as though something had just been forcibly stripped from him without the chance to fight back.
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[You have ceded Territory to the Demon Race]
[The System is displeased, System Rebel]
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[You have suffered a Bronze Demerit]
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[System Curse Received]
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Sylas continued to stare at this screen calmly, his expression not changing even once. Even the drop in his heart had been wiped away, its steady, rhythmic beating returning with a firm cadence.
"… Okay."
He spoke these words lightly and then turned. In a flash, he appeared over Casstle Main, descending from the skies.