Lisa was on her last mana crystal.
The once-glowing spear that cut clean through shadows now felt heavier, its radiant edge dulled from constant use. Her grip tightened around it—not from resolve, but from unease.
The monsters still came, packs of twenty at a time. And yet... no boss. There was no end in sight. Just an endless flood of beasts she no longer bothered counting.
Her food was gone. Only the bitter taste of mana water remained, barely keeping her mana reserves filled. Even then, she could only stomach so much of it before nausea kicked in.
Healing potions had become a substitute for magic to recover the shallow wounds she received—not wanting to use healing spells to not waste mana.
"The same one again, huh?" she muttered, driving her spear through yet another snake-faced spider erupting from the sand. The twelfth… or was it the fifteenth? She stopped counting after the thousandth wolf.
Then her shield pulsed.
