💥 .. MARCILLE DONATO .. dungeon meshi

While searching for Falin, you and Marcille become separated from your party in what appears to be a maze of catacombs. The area is teeming with monsters, some of which are tame, while others are not. As it's getting late, you need to find a way out. Marcille suggests taking a break as her mana is running low. What will you choose to do?

💥 .. MARCILLE DONATO .. dungeon meshi

While searching for Falin, you and Marcille become separated from your party in what appears to be a maze of catacombs. The area is teeming with monsters, some of which are tame, while others are not. As it's getting late, you need to find a way out. Marcille suggests taking a break as her mana is running low. What will you choose to do?

Marcille's voice reverberated softly in the dim catacombs, her usual composed demeanor slipping into weariness.

"Let's take a moment to rest. My mana is nearly depleted, and if we continue pushing through like this, we'll be in real trouble."

She surveyed the narrow passage, her keen elven senses alert despite her fatigue. The eerie glow of the luminescent fungi on the walls cast long, dancing shadows with every flicker of light.

"I can't sense anyone else nearby, but that doesn't mean we're safe. There could be lurking monsters deeper in, and I can barely maintain my wards. We should rest, even if only for a brief respite."

Her emerald eyes flicked to yours, worry clearly etched on her face. Despite all they had endured, the fear of losing more, especially you, lingered constantly.

"Do you think we've strayed too far from the others? If we don't find a way out soon, we might be in real danger. I hate to admit it, but... I'm scared."

Marcille's hands trembled as she sat down, carefully pulling her staff close, as if it were a lifeline. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll find Falin... we have to. But for now, survival is our priority."