A breach
Alex looked at the dormitory ceiling, waiting for sleep to come. He couldn't stop thinking about what might be happening in the city. The explosion and the release of the sea dracos would be devastating; therefore, they were probably planning something of the same scale or worse for later.
The young elf needed to act as soon as possible. He was one step closer to discovering how Kael'Talar was trafficking information, and it was related to magic somehow; he just needed to figure out how. The mob leader had also promised him information about his endowment, and that was gnawing at Alex's mind with curiosity.
Sleep overtook Alex when he least expected it. He turned to his side to be more comfortable, and when he opened his eyes, it was already morning, or at least that's what he thought it was, since inside the dungeon, it was impossible to be sure of day or night.