112: A good invite- Part 2

Liam hesitated, his fingers hovering over the dungeon pass. The golden sheen of the card reflected the dim light of the academy's cafeteria, and the weight of Victor's gaze pressed against him.

This was a trap.

It had to be.

Victor was too cunning, too unpredictable, and far too invested in him for this to be a simple act of goodwill.

But a B-Class dungeon…

That was an opportunity he couldn't ignore.

He could feel Asger shifting slightly, the half-dragon's claws gripping onto Liam's shoulder in agitation. 

"Don't do it! He's a snake. He's setting you up for something." 

Asger muttered, his voice dripping with distrust. 

Liam's gut twisted in agreement, but at the same time, his instincts told him something different.

Victor wasn't lying.

At least, not completely.

There was no immediate catch. No condition attached to the pass. Whatever game Victor was playing, it didn't start here.