Outside the dungeon, Ethan double-checked the last set of supplies, face taut with intensity.
His fingers moved quickly, stashing healing potions, energy stimulants, and extra rations into his storage pouch like he'd rehearsed it all a hundred times.
The sun above flickered oddly against the barrier of the dungeon, the swirling gate humming with latent energy.
"You're being ridiculous. We're not planning a siege, Ethan. It's just a dungeon raid."
Noah groaned, tossing his backpack to the ground with a loud thud.
Before anyone could speak, a sharp smack echoed through the clearing. Nora had stepped forward, hand still raised after hitting her brother on the back of his head.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Behave. This isn't just a raid."
Nora said simply, tone quiet but firm.
Noah rubbed his head, pouting but not daring to argue further.
Orion sat nearby, adjusting his gauntlets without comment. His expression was unreadable, but he had been quieter than usual all morning.
