"Alright you dumb door!" Backing away you took a big breath "You better take me to the surface-" You declared, pushing it open with both hands "Or im gonna pulverize you!" Before jumping inside the room hoping that this time it hadn't regurgitated y...
Your eyes ended on the soft features of Falin. Her eyes were closed and relaxed like she was in a deep slumber and not frozen inside a block of ice. “Falin. . .” Shifting your gaze down, you watched as Marcille’s hand was caressing the cold surface, looking at her long-lost friend with sad eyes “You must be so cold, we are sorry!” she said, leaning her forehead against the ice “Laios and the others will get here soon! We’ll have you back to your old body!”
As your tired eyes observed the scene, you felt a warm blanket wrapping around yourself before the Winged Lion walked over Marcille and wrapped her too with a blanket “Are we sure we can trust those?” Your question came out mumbled, watching as small snowmen got to work on the spot that the mage’s body heat melted.
You wanted to use as little as possible the demon’s power. It was already bad enough that you broke your promise with Mithrun. . .the least you can do is use magic as little as possible.
“Are you alright ____? You look pale” The sweet voice of Marcille broke you out of your trance as you lifted your head in her direction. True to be told you felt awful. Since you became Dungeon Lord, you felt always so tired and weak. It was truly a sensation you despited to your core.
You, a knight that underwent the most wild adventures and battle, feeling weak and useless? That’s not how Sir Cassian trained you, no way!
Feeling a hand on your shoulders, the demon gently pushed you toward the door, beckoning Marcille to follow him with his wing. “Both of you are terribly tired from the events of these last weeks. They just need some rest and a nice sleep. You don't have to worry about them Marcille” he smiled at her as he patted your head “It takes time for their body to get used to this type of mana level, especially when they used to receive drastic drawbacks”
You shot a glare to the demon as you felt his hand on your hair before swatting it away and moving closer to Marcille. Though. . .one thing was true. You haven’t been hit by a single mana-sickness since you became Lord. Sure, you had terrible headaches, you felt weak and tired, but. . .none of the typical symptoms of the sickness you always despited.
“What about Laios and the others?” Marcille suddenly asked, clear worry in her voice “They haven’t been found yet” the demon replied, shaking his head before slyly smiling down at her “Do you two feel perhaps lonely?” At his words, Marcille looked down, clenching the corner of your blanket. The answer made you groan internally. What the heck happened to them!? They were supposed to be in Thistle’s studio!
