Activating the dungeon was not hard.
Elvira said that as long as they infused mana into it, it would teleport them inside.
Her lips curled into a proud smirk.
"As for knowing how many people the dungeon can accept, that's thanks to my knowledge of magic," she said. "By analyzing the magical pattern and the total mana capacity it uses to activate, I can estimate how many people it can teleport."
She turned to Ben, eyes shimmering with expectation, like a puppy waiting to be praised.
Her expression clearly said, "See?
You shouldn't regret being soulbound to me.
I'm useful."
Ben ignored her and casually shifted his focus to the room.
Her face immediately twisted into a pout.
"Go try it then," she muttered. "I'll think of another way to get in."
Elvira did not reply after that, but she kept glaring at him.
"What?
Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
"Nothing.
Forget it." Her tone turned cold.
