Their team gathered in silence near Gate D, the briefing already concluded. Today's dungeon would be a rotational zone—a shifting, circular battlefield with sectors that would move mid-engagement. A puzzle wrapped in chaos.
And no one looked surprised.
"Moving zones," Jasmine muttered, flipping her blade idly between her fingers. "Of course they save the most annoying one for last."
Layla adjusted her shield strap. "At least it's not another claustrophobic hellhole."
Irina exhaled through her nose, eyes already glowing faintly. "Movement-based terrain. That's manageable."
Astron didn't speak. He stood just ahead, still as stone, his gaze focused on the shimmering light of the gate as it pulsed—ready to open.
The gate opened with a deep, resonant hum, casting a veil of silver light that shimmered like water stirred by breath. The air on the other side pulsed—distorted, tense, already heavy with layered mana signatures.
Team Fourteen stepped through as one.
