With a flick of his wrist, Silvaris conjured a large bowl from the ground while simultaneously opening a swirling portal on the other side of the room.
"Fill this bowl with enough of their blood, and the cure will appear," Silvaris instructed, gesturing towards Michael and Gaya.
"For those who wish to bypass this delightful challenge and proceed to the next level, that portal is your way forward. But where's the fun in that?"
He then let out a laugh, adding, "In this level, you two," pointing at Michael and Gaya, "are the dungeon bosses."
The adventurers' anger boiled over at Silvaris's announcement, their frustrations vocalized in a flurry of heated dialogue.
"This is some messed up shit!"
"We're being played like pawns in this damn game!"
"That bastard Silvaris is enjoying every bit of this!"
"We either bleed them or get stuck with this death mark... What kind of sick choice is that?"
