To say that exploring the Hadal Blacksite was terrible would be considered an understatement. By the time you had reached Sebastian’s shop yet again on floor 50, you could finally have some time to breathe. Well, not even some because as soon as you crawled through that vent, Sebastian already had a snide question to ask.

“Sooo? How did it go this time?” He was asking because he had been counting joyously about how many times you had died, not because he was concerned for your wellbeing.