Lancet and Renan disappeared into the blue motes of light, and reappeared on the floor of the Higher Dungeons, right outside the Gate of the one they had just cleared.
Lancet wanted to take a deep breath, but he immediately held it, worried that it would be as loud as a bell. Outside here, absolute silence filled the place.
Every single face in the Dungeon Hall was turned upward, staring directly at them.
Lancet wiped a smear of red dust from his cheek and began to walk down the marble stairs to the main floor, Renan trailing half a step behind him.
Their shoes went clack, clack, clack, against the steps, echoing through the hall like a metronome. It all amplified the unbelievable thing that had just been broadcast on the screens.
When their boots finally hit the ground floor, the Head Dungeon Instructor stepped forward. He adjusted his mike, though in the dead silence, he barely needed it.
