After putting Dawn's armor back on, Tang Qi did not use [Resting Melody] to restore the party this time. Instead, he took a [Pressure Potion] and had a good sleep.
Repeated attempts had given him a deeper understanding of the music—
[Resting Melody] was not like [Healing Spell] or a [Healing Potion], restorative methods that could produce rapid results.
Rather than relying on outside influences, it focused on accelerating the body's own recovery.
When skin was cut, for instance, fibrin and platelets worked together to cover the wound and form a scab.
Playing [Resting Melody] was like summoning invisible musical sprites to cheer beside the platelets, encouraging them through music to work faster.
That required Tang Qi to keep playing for a long time.
In effect, he traded his own exhaustion for the entire party's recovery.
It offered considerable benefits during a short rest, but when they had ample time to rest, there was no need to waste that energy.
Sleeping in a dungeon was hardly safe. Fortunately, Dawn stood guard outside the camp, periodically slaying beasts that tried to attack.
Only then could Tang Qi and Kuru fully replenish their depleted spell slots.
Since the wetlands on the Third Floor had no distinction between day and night, Tang Qi could not tell how much time had passed when they returned to the suspension bridge connected to the dungeon.
But once he saw the bridge and the towering cliffs above it clearly, he gave Hope an order:
"Call them out."
Hope gazed at the far end of the bridge as though staring down a road of no return.
"Do I really have no way to back out?"
Tang Qi shook his head.
"Look at it another way. They might not realize we rested beforehand."
"Then could you at least make