The classroom dissolved behind me as I walked toward the hall, the Sanctum reading my intent and pulling the environment apart in reverse. Chalk dust to nothing. Wooden desks folding inward. The milk-streaked blackboard evaporating like it had never held Aurora against it and rewritten physics with her body.
I stepped through the transition and the Gold-rank fidelity did its thing where the universe grabbed my spine and dunked it in warm static for exactly one second, and then I stood at the mouth of a corridor that had no business existing inside a pocket dimension I'd spent forty-five hundred credits upgrading.
Because the Sanctum had built Addison a dungeon.
