"Now," Xyra said.
Behind her, the portal responded immediately — a sweeping fluctuation rolled outward from it, passing through the crowd like a wave of pressure that made people instinctively steady their footing even though it didn't knock anyone down. The blackish-blue swirl of the gate shifted, the darkness bleeding out of it, the color becoming a clean, deep blue that pulsed steadily with the rhythm of something that had finished opening and was now simply open.
The Class Reawakening Dungeon was active.
Leon moved forward without announcing it.
He heard Ira start to say something behind him — the beginning of a question that hadn't finished forming yet — and kept walking, his eyes on the portal. Seraphine said nothing. He could feel her trust in the silence she maintained, the specific quality of someone who had decided to wait and see rather than ask.
