[The Tranquil Space | Emilio & Melisande]
It seemed to stretch on for quite some ways, curving around the enigmatic wall of quartz; the cloud-neighboring corridor.
Emilio led the way, keeping his sword held in front of him. Despite what the faceless entity had told him about the safety of the tranquil space, he wasn't going to fully invest his trust in those words.
"How are you feeling now?" Melisande asked from behind.
He glanced back, "...Ah, well, pretty sure. But otherwise, I'm fine."
There were still bruises left on his body and though he'd recovered a good amount of mana, he was beginning to understand that tending to every wound was the wrong move.
I guess I'm finally learning the limits of my own mana, he thought, I'd heal even a scratch in a heartbeat before, but now…I've got to be more frugal.
"This hall sure goes on and on, doesn't it?" Melisande remarked, looking around as she rubbed her own arms.
"I was thinking the same thing–"
