Sylas plummeted, his speed picking up at a rate much faster than gravity should have allowed. Though his eyes narrowed, there wasn't another change to his expression.
He didn't believe that this Dungeon would act so unilaterally when he hadn't done anything wrong. In addition, he hadn't noticed the other participants do anything out of order.
The only difference between him being in the bubble and out of it was the fact that all five spheres of green had been filled the instant he fell. Which meant that this change was triggered not by something being enraged, or by some action, but instead because the number of participants had been fulfilled. Which meant…
This was the trigger for the start of the Dungeon.
Sylas had only just completed his thoughts when his feet nearly crumbled out from under him. He slammed heavily into an invisible ground he couldn't pick out in the darkness, his knees wobbling.
