Outside the dungeon, tension gripped the air like a noose.
The swirling mana around the gate was unstable — wild arcs of energy cracked through the air, humming with a low, thunderous growl.
Professors Varris Denholm, Iralyn Ashwyn, and Mira Elesyn stood at the front line, eyes fixed on the portal. Behind them, academy guards and healers waited nervously, their hands clutching wands and staffs that trembled with the ambient mana.
Iralyn crossed her arms, her expression grim. "It's been nearly 2 minutes since he entered, In dungeon it should be 48 minutes,by this time he should have been saved them by now " he muttered. "This isn't normal. The dungeon's going to collapse at this rate."
Mira, usually calm, said quietly, "According to helper, the readings are off the charts. The core's mana signature keeps fluctuating… like it's fighting itself."
Varris glanced at the swirling light, his brows drawn tight. "Zane Creed said he'd handle it," he said sternly. "So we wait."
