Chapter 2: Unfair
While Elian was beginning to panic, the students with him were not concerned in the slightest.
Trevor's group marveled at the maze of passages and pathways in front of them. A spiraling tower climbed up to the ceiling. It was bone white and had a lot of holes, as if made out of coral. Every "cave" like the one they were on had a bridge that connected to this tower.
"Wow! That looks really cool! Guys, let's take a picture!"
As the others tried to pose in front of the majestic structure, Elian noticed the color of the portal in front of him.
It's red. Not pink. The dungeon's boss is still alive, he thought.
Elian felt his body tense up at the realization. Unlike the ones with him, he had no powers to speak of. If he wasn't careful, he might really die here.
Once again, he felt the coin in his pocket. His fingers traced the gouges and reminded him of his promise. It helped him calm down—just a little.
The dungeon portal had two states. Two colors. The menacing red and a gentle pink. One meant danger, and the other safety.
"Alright, enough pictures. Let's scout around. Time for an adventure. Just stick behind me, everyone. I'll keep you safe," Trevor boasted confidently.
"Trevor, wait," Elian tried to object.
"What now, defect? I'm Rank B. Stronger than a failure like you will ever hope to be. I come from a family of Breakers. But you? What are you? Who are you? You aren't even fit to carry my crap, you defect!"