Resolve

He had come here to challenge himself. Not toss himself into the jaws of death.

Literally.

He had gained plenty of stimulation and experience against bizarre and strange monsters under bizarre and strange circumstances. He had gained an epiphany about the nature of his Martial Art and its relationship with him.

He felt much stronger than he was when he first arrived at the Shionel Confederation.

That was the whole point of challenging himself, it was to take him to high heights. He knew that there were very few things that made a person progress as well as stakes did. When he thrust himself into the dungeon, he was putting himself on the line, and he was putting his friend on the line as well, whom he dragged around.

It had definitely helped him achieve his goal even as it was now, but he definitely intended to finish the objective of clearing the dungeon.

He just wasn't sure if he ought to throw himself at the Root.