"Fortunately, you woke up before I did anything..." murmured Dante as he observed the woman's condition in front of him, contemplating an action that had a high chance of failure considering his current mana.
She seemed drained, not just physically but mentally as well, as if someone had ripped her out of her body; she was visibly shaken.
"We've been down here for over thirty hours. I don't know the situation outside... but I have something to tell you. Let's keep moving, and I'll explain as we go," Dante said, holding Nagasawa's uninjured arm.
"Can you stand?" He asked, offering support. "No," she replied.
"Alright, I'll carry you," he said, lifting Nagasawa up like a princess, with Durandal already on his back.
"What happened while I was asleep?" she asked. "We were betrayed," he replied, noting Nagasawa's furious expression, though she couldn't see Dante, who was smiling.
