Meanwhile, Bruce didn't reduce his speed.
He forwarded the coordinates directly to the map on his smart bracelet, the holographic display expanding instantly as his surroundings blurred past. The moment the marker locked into place, recognition followed. He had identified the portal with the coordinates Varek gave him...
'This is it.'
Without hesitation, he adjusted his trajectory and surged forward.
The terrain warped as he crossed the final stretch, he saw the portal and in the next heartbeat, he entered the dungeon zone.
The air changed immediately.
Cold.
Stagnant.
Mana here felt wrong, thin in some places, oppressive in others, like something had scraped life out of it and left only residue behind.
Bruce slowed just enough to take in the scene before him.
Skeletons.
Dozens of them.
