The dungeon air grew heavier the deeper Class Caelis moved. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the moss-covered stone, and the faint stench of rot mixed with damp earth clung to their senses.
The three scouts—Felrin, Col, and Drevin—had returned with their report.
"Mostly goblins and wild boars," Felrin explained, adjusting his glasses. His tone was calm, analytical, as though he were reciting from a textbook. "Individually, they're weak… but goblins never wander alone. In groups, they rise to an E-rank threat."
He paused, glancing at his notes before continuing.
"About a mile in, there's an open chamber. A crude goblin settlement. They've secured a small water source, cultivated patches of edible moss, and collected wild mushrooms. Combined with boar's meat, it's sustainable. They even forage herbs for seasoning."
The students exchanged uneasy looks. A village meant organization, and organization meant danger.
