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Roman, Nephil, and Bryt shared a glance and a smile as they watched their students disappear into the rift between worlds.
As the last student passed through, the lights flashed aboard the ship and regulated themselves at a much dimmer, almost brown level.
“Shut it down,” Bryt said.
Roman’s hand hovered over the kill-switch for the portal. “We’re in agreement, then?”
Bryt and Nephil nodded. When the purple window was closed, the lights on the ship brightened a little more.
“Godspeed,” Roman muttered under his breath.