[Dungeons are fractures. Each dungeon is a break in the membrane between worlds. Most fractures are isolated. Some connect to adjacent realities. Rarely, a fracture connects to multiple realities simultaneously. The Tower of Teeth was such a fracture. It existed in your world. In this world. And in others. The child. Maya. Was from a world parallel to yours exactly like your former world but different in a sense. Slightly different. Slightly offset.]
Kaelen's throat went dry. "Are they still there? In the dungeon? Or are they ..."
[Theoretically yes but, the Tower of Teeth collapsed. Its fracture sealed. Any inhabitants who did not exit before the collapse were.]
"Don't." Kaelen's voice came out sharp. "Don't say it."
He has never dealt well with loss or grief.
[Absorbed.]
The silence that followed was worse than any answer.
Kaelen's, hands curled into fists at his sides, breathing too fast. The system light pulsed patiently, indifferent to human anguish.
