When they came out on the other side, the world around them had changed again.
The air was heavier, thick with unfamiliar mana.
A swirling distortion in the air floated a short distance ahead, rippling like liquid glass.
It pulsed with faint red light, bending space around it.
"That's the dungeon entrance," Vale said.
Isaac nodded slowly.
The mana it released was nothing like the dungeons he had read about.
It felt alive, whispering from beyond.
A large camp stood a bit to the left of the dungeon's entrance.
The place looked temporary, built for speed rather than comfort.
Dozens of awakeners moved around the tents and barricades, checking equipment and mana guns, sharpening blades.
When Isaac started walking toward them, a few of them noticed and straightened.
Within moments, word spread across the camp.
Awakeners began stepping out of their tents, stopping what they were doing.
Some saluted, others bowed.
"Lord Isaac."
"Welcome, my lord."
