Anomaly!
This was the unique term given to a terrifying and exceptional kind of gate.
Normally, Awakeners could freely enter and exit gates. However, Anomaly gates were different, once they formed, no one could enter or leave.
No retreat. No reinforcements.
That alone was terrifying, but it didn’t stop there. The difficulty of the gate increased as well.
For example, if the gate was originally classified as B-rank, it would rise by one level, becoming an A-rank gate.
A single step increase in a gate’s rank was nothing short of terrifying.
Rolf, staring at the Anomaly gate, was overcome with horror. His face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself:
"It’s over... it’s all over..."
Seeing Rolf’s reaction, everyone fell silent.
"What are you hiding from us, Rolf?"
Randolf’s voice was sharp with irritation.
"You don’t understand what you’ve done, Randolf... Tyler..."
Rolf stood up, his face completely blank. "If that man dies, then the two of you will be the sinners of our great land."
Despite his expressionless face, the air grew heavy. Silence fell over the group as Rolf suddenly dropped to his knees and began slamming his head against the ground, over and over, crying with all his heart.
With each thud, the tension inside the camp deepened.
He sobbed uncontrollably, snot running from his nose as he wailed:
"It’s all my fault... I should’ve never let him go... I just wanted to witness the miracle of a Newly Awakened man clearing such a high-ranking dungeon..."
Blood dripped from Rolf’s forehead as his vision blurred. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, the tiles beneath him shattering.
But still, he didn’t stop. He kept slamming his head against the floor, over and over in a relentless rhythm.
Tyler swallowed hard, his throat dry, lips barely able to form the words:
"Is he... an S-Rank Awakener?"
"He is an SSS-Rank Awakener," Rolf whispered hoarsely.
Though barely audible, those few words hit like a thunderclap.
Everyone who heard them paled instantly. Their bodies trembled instinctively.
Their eyes slowly turned toward Tyler and Randolf, no longer with anger, but with pity.
Pity for the two poor souls who would soon face their liberation.
An SSS-Rank Awakener... In this age, they weren’t just powerful, they were the embodiment of a nation’s strength, the very face of its might.
Any attack on an SSS-Rank Awakener during their growth phase was treated as an attack on the entire nation itself, worse than treason.
And even though Randolf and Tyler hadn’t directly provoked him, indirect involvement was still involvement.
Even if Eryke had made the choice himself...
Who would be the scapegoat if he died in that dungeon?
Randolf and Tyler collapsed to the ground, eyes wide with terror.
The others didn’t look much better. Even if they somehow escaped official punishment, their Guild’s reputation would be in shambles. They could be branded traitors, outcasts. Their social lives, their careers, everything could be destroyed.
Just then, Geneva burst into the room, panic in her eyes.
"Sir Rolf, we have a problem."
"Did the previous ranking of the dungeon come out?"
Rolf felt a flicker of life surge back into him. ’If the dungeon was originally C-Rank, then Eryke might still make it out... Even if it was B-Rank, there’s still a chance. I’ve seen his records, he’s entered a gate before. He knows the risks.’
Even before Geneva could respond, Rolf’s mind was racing, calculating, praying, clinging to hope with all his heart and soul.
’He must survive. Please... let it be C-Rank. Or even B-Rank. Anything but—’
"The gate was evaluated as A-Rank!" Geneva shouted.
Rolf’s heart sank.
Whatever strength he had left drained from his body, and he collapsed to the ground. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Tyler and Randolf didn’t wait. Without a word, they turned and fled, leaving only their shadows behind.
Silence followed.
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