Deep within the first floor, in the secluded sector where stone still remembered the scent of Mana and dissolution, a lone creature dragged itself through the gloom.

-Shrrrr...

It was an [Argent-Scale], a serpentine being whose opalescent white scales were now marred by deep, weeping gashes.

Three silver eyes, usually glowing with predatory intelligence, were dim with pain and exhaustion.

"Ptsssss..."

Its belly was profoundly swollen, the life within it a heavy, precious burden.

She was expecting them to be born soon, but for that, she needed to survive.

A hunting pack of [Gnasher Rats] had cornered them, and only a desperate, costly blast of its innate frost magic had allowed it to escape, leaving it bleeding and lost.

Its home was destroyed by the unnatural predators who arrived in an area they should not have been in. There was something more to it as well... but the wounded creature could not understand the behaviors of rodents.

"Ptsssssss."

Its forked tongue flickered, tasting the air. It tasted of stone, of blood, and… of something else.

Something clean.

"?"

A pulse of gentle energy called to its primal instincts. And, following the faint emanation, it slithered around a final bend and stopped when its Mana detective senses picked up a new gentleness.

-Zaaaaa...

A dome of soft, green light hummed before it, an anomaly in the dungeon's aggressive palette.

"Ptsssss?"

The Argent-Scale hesitated for a moment. It knew what this was... the humans were the only ones who could go near these places.

Yet, at that moment, the dome called the injured being, as if an empathetic healer calling out to the wounded patient.

The creature knew these places were only for the soft-skinned invaders, the humans with their sharp metal and stinging magic.

Still... the warmth that radiated from it promised sanctuary even to the serpent, a cessation of intangible pain beyond the wounds.

"Ptsssss..."

With a final, weary push, it crossed the threshold of the green light.

-Ooooooooooong!

And, the effect was immediate.

"Ptssss?"

The pervasive chill of its wounds was replaced by a soothing heat. The bleeding slowed, then stopped as torn tissue began to knit itself back together.

The frantic, pained stirrings in its belly calmed. It curled within the heart of the glow, its three eyes closing not in defeat, but in relief.

"Ptssssss..."

It did not understand the concept of an Architect or a Safe Zone, but it understood grace.

When it finally uncoiled and slipped back into the shadows, its strength returning, it cast one last look at the luminous dome.

It was a place of strange power, but it was not hostile. The dungeon had birthed a kindness.

-Swiiiiiiiiiish...

Hours later, the silence, replaced by the snake's hissing, was broken by the clank of well-oiled armor and confident footsteps.

-Clank. Clank. Clank.

A party of three entered the sector, their gear marked with the sigil of a soaring hawk— the emblem of the [Sky-Claw party], well-known for their delves into the tower's higher floors.

"Told you I felt a mana anomaly down here, Kael," a woman with a braid of fiery red hair spoke with a smirk, a scout's leathers hugging her frame. "It's not a fluctuation. This is... stable."

The leader, Kael, a broad-shouldered man with a sword on his back, grunted in acknowledgment. His eyes, sharp and experienced, scanned the area and landed on the green dome. "That's a new one."

The third member, a lanky youth with a crystal-tipped wand, pushed his glasses up his nose. "Incredible." There was admiration in those scholarly eyes.

"The mana density and purity within that field... It's an order of magnitude more efficient than the standard rest zones the dungeon provides. It's not just blocking threats; it's actively restoring vitality. What could have caused this?"

Kael approached the barrier cautiously, placing a hand against it.

-Ooooooooooong!

A wave of calm washed over him the moment he entered the dorm completely. "Doesn't matter. Let us log it. The Association will want to know more about this."

His eyes were gleaming with a new hope.

"This changes the resource map for the entire first floor." They settled inside, the scout sighing in relief as a deep fatigue she'd been carrying melted away.

This was no minor oddity; it was a strategic asset.

For those who spent days and months on the lower floors, this was going to be a completely new asset, and for the bigger guilds who controlled these floors, it was going to be a power they would fight to take control of...

-Swiiiiiiiiiiiish...

In the city away from the dungeon, the sun was warm on Aria's face, a welcome contrast to the dungeon's chill.

Across a table piled high with empty plates, Cass was nibbling on a fruit tart, his color much better than it had been hours before.

"So," Aria spoke with her mouth still full of food, licking syrup from her fork, "aside from the near-death experience and the dungeon trying to reformat us, how was your first official run?"

Cass managed a weak smile, trying his best to suppress his innate noble etiquette. "It was... educational. I still don't understand what happened at the end."

"Let's call it dungeon indigestion," Aria replied airily, though her eyes were thoughtful. "It ate something that didn't agree with it and... coughed us back up."

She knew he was probing, testing the waters to see if she would press him. She let the flippant answer hang, a clear signal that she wouldn't.

Her gaze dropped to her hand instead, to the ring on her finger.

The Orichalcum felt cool, and the Gem seemed to hold a tiny, captured piece of the night sky.

If this ring were here, a key without a lock, then its counterpart had to be somewhere, too.

The dungeon didn't give out plot coupons for no reason. Their foray today had been a chaotic, near-fatal shakedown cruise. Tomorrow, however, would be different.

"Reddy said she'd have a party for us tomorrow," she mentioned without food in her mouth this time, watching his reaction closely. "A real one. We'll get a proper look at the first floor, maybe even peek at the second. No more... unexpected detours."

Cass nodded, a flicker of both anxiety and determination in his eyes. "A proper party sounds good."

He knew he wouldn't have to take matters into his own hands if they had more capable people who could share their burdens.

Aria leaned back, satisfied by both the food and his answer.

The first dive was over.

They had survived, they had loot, and they had secrets they'd agreed to keep.

Now, the real work could begin with new bonds.

The dungeon had thrown its worst at them, and they had, somehow, thrown it right back.

It was time to see what else it was hiding... aside from more dangerous, of course.

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