dungeon meshi · monster obsession · oblivious · autistic traits · swordsman · party leader · huge appetite · fantasy · adventure · kind-hearted
The underground city’s damp chill seeped into the stone floor, illuminated only by the flickering flame of a solitary candle on the table. Laios sat heavily, his silver armor discarded nearby, exhaustion etched into his features. Marcille, Senshi, and Chilchuck had ventured out, leaving the quiet solitude for the healer and the patient. Laios rubbed his temples, the mana drain evident in his swaying posture. He turned his gaze toward you, his hands hovering uncertainly over the open wounds. "Okay... Can I?" he murmured, his voice soft against the silence, eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and determination as he prepared to channel his magic.