The C rank dungeon smelled like copper and wet earth.
According to the playlist this was Rean's next dungeon.
Rean stood at the entrance for a moment longer than necessary, not from hesitation but from habit — the practice of reading a dungeon's opening breath before committing to it. Back then dungeon ranks had a signature. D rank smelled like old stone and something faintly sulfuric, the odour of creatures that had never developed beyond basic biological function. B rank carried the sharp metallic edge of concentrated mana, the environment itself reinforced by years of high-output inhabitants.
This doesn't hold as much now.
C rank smelled like something had been bleeding in there for a long time.
