"Let's keep holding back for now. This is only the first floor." Phield's instincts told him never to celebrate too early. He swept his gaze across the room. Everyone else was celebrating. "Something about this doesn't feel right. Maybe I'm just being overly cautious."
"Then trust your judgment and do what you believe is right. You still have me." Tisiana smiled warmly as she took Phield's hand.
"Damn it. She actually touched my foot slave. Unforgivable."
Rosalia watched everything from inside the greatsword. She was so furious that she nearly burst out of it, sounding as though she wanted to chop Tisiana down on the spot.
Phield silently gave a thumbs up. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. When it's time to move, I'll move."
After everyone finished off the last dying Flayed Banshee, an exquisite gray treasure chest slowly materialized atop the stone platform in the center of the ruins. At the same moment, information about the chest appeared in everyone's mind.
