The threat of a potential kiss from his S-Tier Lily leader was apparently a more powerful motivator for DragonSlayer than any mortal danger. He stood up straight, his exhaustion and injuries completely forgotten, a look of grim, terrified resolve on his face. "O-on second thought," he stammered, "I'm feeling great! Ready to go! Let's save that little guy!"
Bombom, satisfied with the result, led his somewhat battered, deeply confused, but now fully motivated party through the castle's grand ballroom. They found themselves in a long, cavernous corridor, lined with dozens of identical, imposing wooden doors. The air was still and heavy, the only sound the faint, distant echo of their own footsteps on the cold, stone floor.
"Alright," Bombom said, his voice a low whisper. "She has to be in one of these rooms. We split up, check every door. Be careful."
