The moment Seraphina's words fell, the air inside Class A turned restless, like a pond struck by a heavy stone. Whispers filled the room—some brimming with excitement, others edged with unease. Students leaned toward each other, already testing the waters of alliance and strength.
"Dungeon subjugation, huh? Finally, some real combat!" one student whispered eagerly, his grin wide.
"I-I'm not ready for this… what if we face something we can't handle?" another muttered, her hands clutching the edge of her desk.
"Ha! This time I'll show everyone my skills. Written exams weren't my thing anyway," someone else chuckled with forced bravado.
Eric leaned back lazily in his chair, glancing sidelong at Luca with a grin.
"Well, it seems your first place is in danger."
Luca blinked, tilting his head. "My first place?"
Eric chuckled, leaning closer. "You were first in the mid-sems, remember? This time, though, there's no written exam. It's all about performance in the dungeon."
