After that mini panic attack, Lucifer, Lily, and Helga turned overprotective, confining me to my bed despite my protests.
"I'm fine, really!" I insisted, but they wouldn't budge.
Lucifer's unwavering gaze silenced my protest. "You need rest, Riona."
A week of tedious bed rest followed, with Lily and Helga taking turns playing nurse.
"I'm not made of glass," I muttered, exasperated.
Finally, they relented, and I was freed from my gilded and luxurious prison. Eager to shake off the fatigue, I summoned the Third Knightage.
"Time for an adventure," I declared, my eyes sparkling with mischief.
Together, we descended into the dungeon, seeking thrills and danger. The air thickened with the stench of decay and mold.
