Kaiden Grey went through the wall of violet light at a dead sprint, and the war behind him ended between one stride and the next.
The barrage, the roar, the crash of the horde against his family's line, all of it cut off at once, and what the crossing handed back in its place was a tunnel coming the other way.
The roar had called the dungeon up to the surface, and only the head of that column had gotten there.
The rest was still climbing. Four meters of road packed wall to wall with no end to it his eyes could find, shell-boars shouldering along the bottom in stacked slabs of bone plate, hounds pouring over their backs on scythe-legs, mantids running the ceiling upside down above all of them.
Several million people watched Kaiden Grey look at that and run faster into the maw of danger.
'I see it.'
'I know. I'm sorry for doing this to you.'
