The debris from the shattered minotaur titan still smoldered as the four adventurers stood at the center of the cavern, catching their breath. Shards of bone crumbled underfoot as Serina inspected the glowing fragments with a frown. The necromantic energy that once pulsed within them had finally begun to dissipate.
"Mana's thinning," she murmured. "But it's not gone. The deeper we go, the more concentrated it'll get."
"That thing wasn't the boss," Inigo said, slinging the now-empty RPG-7 across his back before it disintegrated into system particles. "It was just a gatekeeper. Typical for a dungeon. I didn't expect this to end so quickly."
Lyra stepped beside him, wiping soot from her bowstring. "This is expected of a dungeon. Enemies will get stronger as we get deeper."
"I know," he replied, withdrawing his M4 Carbine from his inventory, "I hope that this is just a quick dungeon raid,"
