When the gate slid open, all of us stepped into the enormous elevator, mentally preparing myself for the battle that lay ahead. Physically, I felt sticky, moist, and hot due to the increased perspiration, resulting in a damp and uncomfortable sensation on my skin.
Meanwhile, Setsuna caught a whiff of herself and made a face, clearly feeling self-conscious about her appearance and hygiene.
"Ohh, I smell so terrible," she exclaimed.
"It can't be helped, we are fighting for our life." I replied in exhausted voice.
Everyone looked exhausted, drenched in sweat and dirt. Yet, the faces of my friends and Geralt showed resilience and strength, as if they had fully accepted the challenges and obstacles that awaited us.
