Leon stared at the plain cyan ceiling with a lost look on his face. He was currently resting in one of the many hospital rooms just like the other students, but his mind was still replaying the same fact over and over again.
Three students had died in the Dungeon.
Surprisingly, he was taking it better than he himself had expected, especially after his breakdown in the dungeon but he could attribute that to the effects of the miasma.
Whatever the case was, he still felt guilty toward those who had lost their lives in the dungeon. But it wasn't to the level that he would break down again.
He had tried his best to save everyone. He had done everything he could possibly do. That was the only thing that mattered to him.
'Yet this guilt and sadness won't go away. Just as Amber said, this leaves a mark that is hard to erase.' Leon sighed.
