The Dean's Office,
"Where are the reports on the dungeon evolution?" The dean asked, worry evident on his face as he looked at the ever-changing situation of the dungeon.
"Sir, things don't seem well," An instructor came in and answered.
"I know it dammit, give me more information," The dean shouted in anger, his rage taking over as the mana around him became unstable.
Seeing the situation going out of hand, the instructor left the office and hurried to collect more data before the dean takes the matter into his hands.
Back at the office,
The dean controlled his anger and took out his phone as he dialed Old man Abraham's number,
"Tringg… tringg…"
"Yes Prometheus, what happened," The old man asked as he picked up the call.
