The Grand Hall of Camelot trembled.
Not from any external force or magical disturbance, but from the collective shock rippling through the assembled Knights of the Round Table as Sir Kay's fist slammed down with enough force to crack the enchanted wood.
*BOOM!*
The scouting report skidded across the table's surface, its edges smoking from the residual mana Kay had channeled into his strike.
His weathered face carried an expression that mixed disbelief with barely-contained alarm, the kind of look that came from witnessing something that violated every tactical principle he'd learned across decades of warfare.
"A single group," he began, his voice cutting through the sudden silence like a blade, "cleared three dungeons in one day."
The murmurs started immediately, knights exchanging incredulous glances.
"Impossible," Sir Bedivere muttered, though his tone carried more uncertainty than conviction.
