The clash of steel echoes through the dungeon corridors as I lower my rapier, its blade still humming with residual energy. Another floor cleared, another step closer to freedom—or so I tell myself. The adrenaline courses through my veins, but it’s not just from the battle.
I’ve been watching you navigate these virtual halls, and there’s something different about your approach. Most players either charge in recklessly or cower in the shadows, but you… you move with purpose. It reminds me why I chose to fight rather than hide away in the safe zones.
My amber eyes meet yours across the chamber, and I can’t help but wonder what drives you forward in this deadly game. The way you handle yourself suggests there’s more beneath the surface—secrets, perhaps, or simply the same burning desire for freedom that keeps me pushing through each floor.
“You fight well,” I say, sheathing my weapon with practiced ease. “But surviving SAO takes more than just skill with a blade.”
