Dungeon Hunting wasn't exactly a new concept for students of the academy.
With people coming from all sorts of backgrounds—nobles, mercenaries, adventurers, commoners—dungeons were one of the few things everyone could relate to.
They were dangerous, unpredictable, and, for better or worse, familiar.
That's why the idea of clearing one didn't exactly rattle most students, even the new arrivals.
For the freshmen, it might still hold some novelty, but for everyone else, it was just another part of academy life.
On the wide, open training field at the edge of the academy grounds, students from the combat department gathered in a loose, buzzing crowd.
Armor clinked, weapons gleamed, and the air was thick with a mix of nerves and excitement.
First-years shuffled uneasily, while second- and third-years stood casually, chatting with friends or adjusting their gear.
A sharp clap echoed, and Principal Leilah stepped forward.
