Six days had passed, and Dante and Nagasawa had now descended several floors of the dungeon. Each time they descended, it became more difficult; it was as if the mana was getting denser.
"That was the last one," he said, approaching the white-haired woman who observed the scene. Brutally, he tore open the chest of the Lycan beast and took its heart, drinking its blood. "Disgusting," he said, wiping his mouth.
"Here," Dante tossed a small fruit to Nagasawa. That's what she had been eating for the past few days, a kind of fruit that closely resembled an apple, but inside was reasonably soft, yet it tasted good, according to Nagasawa.
"These fruits grow on these strange branches, but they are rich in mana," Dante said as he harvested some more fruits.
Each time they descended, they found more fauna and nature. "Yes." "Don't you want to eat?" she asked, and Dante shook his head. "We have to save, even though we are descending further and further."
