Through the dungeon's winding passages, Astera Frostweaver strode with purposeful haste, her footsteps echoing off stone walls. As the student council president and captain of the school's ace team, every movement carried the weight of authority. Beside her walked Celeste Whitehaven, her religious attire and cross-marked blindfold marking her as distinctly different from her companions. Though born a commoner, her awakening of a Mythical-ranked talent had elevated her to the position of saintess within the Holy Church.
Their path was littered with grim reminders of the dungeon's dangers - the bodies of fallen students lay scattered like broken dolls. Each time they passed one, Celeste would pause, her hands clasped in prayer as she murmured blessings for the departed souls. The contrast between her solemn reverence and the ace team's urgent pace created a palpable tension.
