Logan followed the map, heading towards the dungeon's exit.
'There's the river again,' Logan thought, glancing to his right. 'I'm not that far away anymore.'
Looking at his bloodied clothes, Logan considered cleaning the blood off in the river.
'There's no point,' he thought, having decided. 'The smell won't fully disappear and staying in one place will just make it easy to find me.'
Logan continued along the stream until he found the path he'd taken earlier, moving slowly as he pushed through the leaves and scanned his surroundings.
'I'm not going to get caught off guard at the last moment,' Logan thought, smiling as he shook his head. 'I refuse to give Silas a reason to mock me.'
Logan narrowed his eyes, peering into the distance as he recognized a distinct mana stone formation on the ceiling.
'There it is,' he thought, pushing aside the final set of leaves.
Finally in the clear, he found the medium-sized opening that would lead him to the surface.
