Lucien's dread twisted into amusement.
'Could it be...? Are they going to paint this same circle inside my Lootwell dungeon too?'
A smirk tugged at his lips.
'I'd love to see them try. The slimes alone would chew them up. And... I haven't even seen its dungeon core.'
He nearly laughed at the image of robed figures flailing against a tide of slimes but instead shook his head and looked forward.
The others were still gathered around the dungeon core, studying the strange formation.
At last, Cielius stroked his beard and spoke. "Grandson… this circle reverses the dungeon's mana flow."
The words struck the group into silence.
Only Maxim and Elunara seemed to follow his meaning. Their eyes flickered with sudden understanding. The rest including Lucien only stared, waiting.
Cielius continued.
"A dungeon core is like a heart. Normally, it draws mana inward, circulating it through the dungeon."
He pointed at the glowing magic circle.
