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.
The dungeon sprawled before us, a labyrinthine abyss carved from the darkest recesses of the earth. Twisted stone pillars, adorned with glowing runes, supported the crumbling ceiling. The air reeked of ancient decay, mold, and forgotten centuries.
