The dungeon's light swallowed them whole.
Owen felt the transition—that familiar twist of reality, the momentary disorientation as space rearranged itself around them. Beside him, Yuki's hand gripped his. Leah's presence at his flank. Odessa's sharp inhale. Alfred's steady breath. Caelen's quiet wonder.
Then the dungeon rejected them.
One moment, Yuki was there. The next, she wasn't. Owen spun, claws extended, but the space where she'd stood was empty. Leah —gone. Odessa —gone. Alfred, Caelen —all vanished.
Only Owen remained.
He stood alone in a corridor of light and shadow. The dungeon's architecture pressed close, walls that breathed, a ceiling that stretched into infinity, a floor that hummed with ancient power. His Mana Sense spread wide, desperate, searching.
Nothing.
No signatures. No life. Just him and the pulsing heartbeat of the Remembering.
"Yuki!" He pushed through the bond. Silence. "Leah! Anyone!?"
Nothing.
