"My body suddenly has no strength!" Bell leaned heavily on her threaded cane, panting hard, as if she had reverted to the old lady she was before entering the Dungeon.
"What?" A bad feeling surged in Fanen's heart.
"I, I feel the same..." Isha showed a look of shame, and the others also appeared utterly exhausted, hardly able to hold their weapons.
They finally remembered that upon entering the museum, before they could figure out what was happening, they were ambushed by monsters and lost consciousness, enveloped by membranes secreted by parasites. It seemed these membranes injected toxins into their bodies, causing them to become so fatigued.
Fanen frowned deeply, watching as people struggled even to walk, taking a deep breath, ultimately deciding firmly.
"You all go first, I'll hold them off."
"I'll stay too." Isha showed a worried expression. "Shooting doesn't take much strength!"
