Chaos followed as people scrambled for loot, some helping others, some not.
But Timothy made no move toward the riches.
They would go to the association, anyway.
His job was done.
He waited until everyone else stepped through the portal that had opened, shimmering and blue, like a calm ocean's eye.
They even carried Dike with them, unconscious but still breathing.
Timothy was the last to leave.
He gave the place one final glance before stepping through.
This had remodelled his thoughts of world shards and he'd need to research more on them.
The portal closed behind him.
They emerged back in the real world, but not quite the same world they left.
The terrain was soaked, like the aftermath of a flooding dungeon break.
Pools of water dotted the earth, evidence of the other world bleeding into theirs.
But there was no more portal.
No more dungeon.
They had cleared it.
Around them, officials and association staff gathered.
Some took inventory, others cheered.
