Cyrus nodded, recalling the rogue's descent into madness, the way his eyes had darkened and his body had convulsed as if battling some unseen force. The thought of facing such a malevolent substance sent a shiver down his spine, but it also ignited a flicker of determination within him.
Athena's gaze shifted to Cyrus, her expression serious. "That's why adventurers in this world need more than just a strong body. They need a strong mind, a will of iron. Physical strength alone won't protect you from miasma's influence. It takes mental fortitude, the ability to resist the darkness that seeps into your very soul, to survive in the deepest parts of the dungeon."
