A gigantic dungeon settled on the soil, its huge frame lay for all to see.
Dwarfing everyone, its height was one third of a mountain's.
Mimicking a triangular pyramid, its front surface was an open area filled with the same blue essence within active dungeons.
On all accounts, it signified an entrance.
Like the occasional dungeon, its sides were made of solid material, very smooth and coloured light brown.
Suddenly, it let off tremendous pressure, enough that the Grandmasters gathered a mile away felt it, not to mention the master ranks.
They were struggling to hold their expressions.
Ezra was unfazed.
The moment the dungeon blanketed the surroundings with its presence, he took the initiative.
Blasting forth, breaking the sound barrier, Ezra sends himself right into the dungeon.