Outside the dungeon,
Zane stood outside with the other instructors, the light chatter around him fading into background noise. His gaze wasn't truly here—it was locked onto the invisible stream of data flickering before his eyes.
Through the feed of his surveillance bee-bots, the fight between Ron and Arin replayed in perfect clarity. Sparks, flames, and screams of power—all captured and projected directly into his lenses.
When Ron's final strike landed, Zane's lips curved slightly.
"He did good," he murmured. "Used my technique efficiently..."
He paused, eyes narrowing faintly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a knowing smirk.
"But…"
The faint hum of his lenses brightened.
"Here it comes."
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Meanwhile—
Deep within the dungeon, Class Caelis moved cautiously through dim corridors. After a brief rest and a meal salvaged from the goblin village, they pressed onward, their lanterns flickering against stone walls that seemed to pulse faintly with green light.
