Lucius turned to the three brothers standing beside him.
His eyes narrowed.
'Weren't these fools supposed to be experienced with raids like this?'
The plaza's air vibrated in a way that scraped against his senses, rippling faintly like distorted glass. The space that he felt in the air was unnatural, very much so and it put him on edge.
'This isn't right… is the very space itself corrupted?'
He lifted his hand, fingers curling slightly as he tried to tug at the unseen threads around him.
Normally, the space particles — tiny motes interwoven with mana moved under his will like obedient dogs.
But here, they fought back, sluggish and uncooperative. Each attempt felt like dragging a boulder through mud.
His frown deepened.
'So this is the aftermath of a dungeon break.'
In a break, the collapse didn't end with the rift's closure. The magical energy, wild and tainted, exploded outward, seeping into the very air and ground. It didn't vanish once the monsters were slain.
