[Eldermere City – Dungeon Hub]
A full day had passed since the Black Gate swallowed Kyle and the others.
The once-bustling Dungeon Hub had turned cold and quiet.
What was usually a place full of noise. Footsteps. Voices haggling over gear. Now sat under a heavy silence.
Magical scanners hummed dully in the background.
Teams from the Dungeon Association worked non-stop, analyzing the swirling black portal in the center of the hall.
Its surface rippled like dark water, pulsing with unstable energy that none of their tools could make sense of.
But none of that mattered to Aurelia Valemont.
She hadn't moved.
Her boots were planted in the same spot she'd stood yesterday. He eyes fixed on the Gate.
She hadn't eaten, hadn't slept. Her hand was clenched so tightly on her shirt that her knuckles had turned bone white.
Her breathing was shallow and quiet. So quiet.
