Favian, still in pain, felt relief wash over him as the pressure in his abdomen lessened. He knew that his friends were doing everything they could to save him.
After what felt like an eternity of unconsciousness, Marcel slowly stirred. His eyelids fluttered, and he began to regain awareness. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light of the cave, he realized that he was lying on the cold, damp ground. The memories of the harrowing events leading up to his unconsciousness rushed back, and he felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of his stomach.
Marcel's gaze traveled around the cave, taking in the ominous surroundings. The jagged walls of the cave seemed to close in on them, and the suffocating darkness was only occasionally broken by faint glimmers of luminescent fungi. The air was thick with a foreboding presence, and Marcel couldn't help but shiver at the eerie atmosphere.
