The later dungeon arcs will be good. No CP.
My roommate broke an hourglass.
Silver-white sand clung to my fingertips.
That night, a black tattoo appeared below my collarbone: an hourglass and the number 12.
When all the sand runs out, I'll be pulled into a dungeon.
Twelve dungeons, twelve countdowns.
Clear them all, and you can have anything.
My roommate said she'd already been through two and had nearly died.
I asked why she was dragging me into this.
She smiled. "Why should I be the only one waiting to die?"
