Our bodies were bathed in a warm green light as Mina healed us. Since she was with our party, we rarely used healing skills ourselves, only in emergencies because her magic was far more potent.
Then, a laugh echoed throughout the chamber.
Bob and I turned toward the source. Alice and Beltimore were still at the Kaoslith, keeping an eye on the tied-up robed figure. The laughter came from him.
"What's so funny?" Bob asked, clearly annoyed. "We've obviously won. Did he lose his mind after losing the fight?"
"Isn't that kind of thing a red flag?" I said casually.
Bob immediately clamped his mouth shut, realizing the weight of his words.
Then, suddenly...
Daria stood up.
The shallow water beneath her rippled red with blood. Her soaked hair hung low, clinging to her face. Her eyes bloodshot and filled with rage, locked onto us.
"Curse my mouth…" Bob muttered, slapping his own face.
Daria slowly straightened her posture, her expression hidden behind her wet hair.
