The combat stream minimized into a corner of the projection and a second feed bloomed beside it. The polished studio frame of Global Awakened News with a tactical map flashing a red zone across the dungeon cluster the Claimant had been feeding through.
"...and we now have confirmed reports that a total of six dungeons have gone offline since the initial breakout event," the anchor was saying. "Joining us tonight from the Global Scientific Community is Dr. Elias Roht, whose department specializes in post-mana-apocalypse anomalies. Doctor, thank you for being with us."
A second window opened on the broadcast, and Dr. Elias Roht’s face appeared, wild-eyed and visibly sweating beneath studio lighting that looked like it had been cranked up specifically to make him uncomfortable.
Kaiden and the girls stared.
"THANK YOU, MARGARET," Dr. Roht declared, his voice pitched two volumes too loud for the broadcast. "WE ARE WITNESSING HISTORY!"
The anchor flinched. "Doctor, if you could lower your-"
"THIS IS IT. THE NEXT STEP. I’ve always been saying that the mana apocalypse was not a single event! It was a PROCESS. And this-" he jabbed a finger at something off-camera "-this is the beginning of phase three. First the apocalypse itself, then the decade-long tutorial’s end and the global break, and now!"
"Doctor-"
"The scientific community has formally designated the phenomenon you are witnessing as a Natural-Born Dungeon. The first of its kind. A dungeon that walks. A dungeon that feeds. A dungeon that is ALIVE, you promiscuous female."
"Excuse me?"
"What does your father say when he sees your cleavage is on display for all-"
Somewhere off-screen, a familiar voice attempted intervention. "Professor, please, the producers are signaling about your volume and are demanding you stop calling the lady such names-"
"SILENCE, LENA!"
The anchor visibly tried to regain control of the segment while adjusting her blouse to cover the goodies a bit better. "Doctor, with all due respect, what should the public take away from this situation?"
Dr. Roht leaned so close to the camera that his nose hair took over half the frame.
"Please lean back, this is disgusting-"
"You want a takeaway? I’ll give you one. NEVER. REST. EASY. The age of comfort is over. The age of complacency is over. What you are seeing on your screens is only the beginning, and the only way to ensure humanity’s survival is to INCREASE THE FUNDING BUDGET OF MY DEPARTMENT. I humbly request, on behalf of all mankind, an immediate allocation of-"
"We’re going to have to cut there, Doctor, thank you so much-"
"-NO FEWER THAN FORTY MILLION CHRONOS-"
"Thank you, Doctor Roht-"
"-AND THE RELEASE OF MY FROZEN ACCOUNTS-"
Kaiden clicked the news feed closed.
Luna lifted her head off the armrest with a slowly building grin.
"This guy is as unhinged as ever, huh?"
Kaiden sighed and his eyes were back on the combat stream in the corner of the projection, still running. The Claimant still drinking the dungeon. The ring still taking casualties. The kill count ticking upward without dent.
His gaze dropped to the system countdown.
[Time Until Defense: 07:50:43]
"That," Kaiden said quietly, "is going to be a brutal fight."
Aria’s silver gaze had not left the combat feed for a single moment, even as she watched brave humans lose their lives before her very eyes. Her grip on Kaiden’s arm tightened and her voice came certain.
"Fuck. Usually it’s you bimbos who make the dumb comments that let me shine brightly, but now I feel like the tables have turned. What the hell happened?"
Bastet’s smile turned dry, expression shifting towardgoing, ’why was I even trying to be kind to this bitch?’
Soon, Aria’s grip on Kaiden’s arm loosened a fraction as the moment settled. Luna’s posture eased. Bastet’s tail resumed its slow sweep against the dais, and somewhere across the cathedral, Calypso’s voice picked back up, explaining another detail about the building’s carvings to Vespera with renewed enthusiasm.
Kaiden let the conversation drift past him for a beat, thumb tracing Aria’s knuckles as he watched the feed in the corner of his vision. The Claimant’s flanks rippled. Another monster pushed free. The kill counter ticked.
Then the dungeon whispered to him, a low tremor at the back of his awareness. This was the raw, direct bond between a Dungeon Master and his domain.
A presence had crossed the gate.
Kaiden’s brow furrowed.
Nobody should be crossing that gate. Vespera’s outer ring had explicit orders, the Association’s perimeter was holding, and Eclipse’s veterans knew the protocol. No one was meant to set foot past the threshold without signal.
He pulled the 3D map forward.
The projection shifted, the Claimant feed minimizing further into the corner. The full dungeon rendered above the dais, five square kilometers of abyssal stone and magma channel and temperate meadow rotating slow in the air.
A dot.
A single point of light moving through the Safe Zone, inside his hundred-meter circle, heading past the threshold toward the first chokehold.
Kaiden’s heart skipped.
’No...’

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