The Field Trip Begins I

...Wooooong~

The old, decrepit building quivered as though it might collapse, its fragile walls shaking with the strain of the teleportation array at its center.

The array blazed with bright light, filling the space with an unnatural glow before dimming just as quickly.

When the light vanished, four figures stood at the center of the room—Ex-General Leana, Damon Terrace, Anaya Stokeshorn, and Daveon Acheon.

Each was dressed in battle-ready attire, though their outfits were more practical than specialized for combat.

Dust swirled around their boots as they stepped off the array, their sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. The building's worn-down state made it clear that it had seen better days.

"This place looks like it's about to fall apart," Damon muttered, brushing dirt from his jacket.

"It'll hold," Leana said dismissively, already striding toward the exit. "It has always held." She added as a murmur.