The group of three moves slowly towards the entrance, and I slip quietly behind them.
I spent the three hours syphoning, and storing mana stones in my semeru, along with any Shoo slugs I roasted.
My stomach is no longer growling, and my mana core has ample energy, and is still growing.
It is the size of two thumbs.
My vision is normal as my lazy eyes scan the hooded figures who are stopping certain people.
They don't look like fiends.
Most fiends look like they are walking in a hurry, and have jerky movements.
A few people can be seen giving stones, or meeting up with other groups in the wide opening leading to a well lit cavern.
It doesn't mean I don't see any fiends.
I notice a few loners past the group of hooded figures.
They hide in the dark, looking for juicy prey.
I move in between the group, as they are stopped wordlessly by a hooded figures.
