Nina kept a quiet eye on everyone as the day passed.
After learning they'd spent the entire night inside the academy, soaking in dungeon mana, she had expected… something.
An outburst. A shift in behavior. A trace of corruption. Anything.
But the students remained the same—tired, yes, but still laughing, reading lines, arguing about props, and fumbling their way through the play's scenes.
Her teacher carried his usual clipped tone, giving instructions as if nothing strange had happened.
No one seemed different. No one acted like a dungeon had wrapped itself around the building like a slow-growing vine.
It was weird. Suspiciously normal.
By the time practice ended, Nina had started to relax, just a little. No one had started mutating or throwing mana blasts across the room.
No creatures had spawned in the hallways. Maybe—just maybe—the academy's enchantments were stronger than she thought.
As the students began to pack up, Nina stretched and said.
