Black market.
"Make sure you keep a good watch of the gates. I have a bad feeling about this."
Thomas muttered something under his breath as he stepped on the cigarette that he had just flicked out of his hand. At the moment, he was situated in a large room that was crammed with monitors.
He was currently perched on the second level, holding onto nothing but a metal railing, and below him were hundreds of workers who were diligently looking through the many monitors that displayed varying images of portals.
"I hope the reports aren't wrong…"
Thomas bit his nails out of nervousness.
In a message that he had received not too long ago from an unknown sender, he was informed that there was a chance that the dungeons would overload the moment that the cease-fire between the Union and the Monolith would be lifted.
If that were really the case, then dungeon seekers would end up in deep trouble as they managed hundreds of different dungeons.
