The dungeon entrance was a hole in the ground.
Nathan stood at the edge, staring down into the darkness. A set of crumbling stone stairs descended into the earth, disappearing into shadows that swallowed the morning light. A faint, musty smell drifted up—damp stone, old moss, something faintly metallic.
"F-Rank dungeon," Mira said, reading from the guild posting. "Goblin Warren. Estimated clear time: two hours. Recommended party size: three to five."
"Perfect for us," Dax said, cracking his knuckles. "Three of us, one instructor. We'll be done before lunch."
Nathan didn't respond. He was studying the entrance, his [Hunter's Insight] flickering at the edges of his vision. The mana signature was faint, normal for an F-Rank. But something felt... off. He couldn't place it.
"We stick to formation," Nathan said. "Mira in the center, Dax on the left flank, Ren on the right. I'll take the rear and call out threats. No one charges ahead. No one breaks formation. Clear?"
