The café doors swung open with a soft chime as the group stepped out into the crisp midday air. The sun had climbed higher now, casting sharp, clear beams across the academy grounds. A light breeze carried the faint scent of mana residue from the training fields, and everywhere cadets hurried to their own stations—checking gear, coordinating strategies, running last-minute drills.
Their group moved in steady formation, their steps measured, a reflection of the quiet understanding between them.
Their gear was familiar, each piece chosen with purpose. No flashy new equipment. No unnecessary changes.
After a brief discussion that morning, they had agreed: it was better to stick with what they knew. Their armor, weapons, and enchantments were already calibrated to their fighting styles. Confidence came from familiarity—and today wasn't about flashy displays.
It was about setting a tone.
Their first dungeon round.
Their first real impression.
