Anthony looked around. Geniuses were already outside, most of them seemingly disoriented at first, with many of them on the ground. They rose groggily, staggering before standing upright as though this were their first time teleporting.
As Anthony looked around, he couldn't help but notice that the number of geniuses who had come out was far smaller than the number who had entered. Roughly only twenty percent had made it out.
Nobody asked, and nobody said anything. Everybody already knew that the missing eighty percent had been wiped out. They had all expected this; they had seen it coming, after all, as they had all lost geniuses the last time the Underground Tomb opened a couple of thousand years ago.
