Fire crackles filled the silence among the group as they sat around the bonfire. Each tended to his wounds, some wrapping plain bandages around their severed arm. As for those with broken legs, they simply reduced the bone to its original shape. Their stamina did the rest.
Dal and Fae had some injuries, but they were not as severe. After some rest, the two of them should be fine. Uncle John was nowhere to be seen after announcing that the last trial would only have a single decision. However, knowing this dungeon, all of them felt more uneasy by the fact.
"As a former demon, do you have any idea what the last trial would have?" asked Joey the Dullahan, whose tanned muscular body shielded Alexie from the rest. Koby was still healing him, even disregarding his own injuries.
"My body might have been demonic, but my mind always belonged to me," replied the warrior as he gazed into the fire. "It was not tainted by the earlier trial, either," he raised his eyes to scan the rest.
