The hunter group advanced rapidly, gradually killing goblins along the way. With each step forward, they gained experience, allowing them to fend off goblins more effectively than before.
When they reached the 18th floor, the exhausted group stopped to rest. Emilla pulled out her bandages to treat wounds and wrapped one around Rodri's arm.
"Rodri, why don't you take better care of yourself?" Emilla scolded him with dissatisfaction. Rodri blushed upon seeing Emilla's face so close to his and replied with a teasing smile, "This is nothing, Emilla. Thanks for your concern."
Emilla frowned, saddened by Rodri's words. "Look, I don't want you to end up like Wesley."
"Wesley's fate was truly tragic. I wish he hadn't died like that," Rodri said bitterly. At that moment, Benjamin approached them. "Hey, can I have a word with you two?"
