Joriel leaned quietly against the cave wall.
Half of his left foot was missing, and a large chunk of flesh had been torn from his right thigh. The blood he had forcibly held back by tensing his muscles could no longer be contained after the "qi" within his body had been completely exhausted.
A pool of blood had already gathered beneath his feet. He was about to die.
The sudden clarity before death made him realize where the problem lay. But they had already been reduced to this state—what could they do even if they found the problem?
Human lives lasted only a few short decades. They were truly fleeting. His original reason for becoming an adventurer had been to make that brief life shine with its most brilliant light.
But where was his light?
"I don't want to die yet."
Joriel gathered his last bit of strength and raised his hand, placing it on the wrist of the female adventurer beside him.
He wanted to grasp her wrist, but he no longer had the strength to tighten his grip. He did not want to die.
Not because death was near, but because he had yet to shine.
The female adventurer's arm had been bitten through by a Black Copper Ant. Though she had barely wrapped it in bandages, blood was still flowing out.
Black Copper Ants could secrete a special substance from their teeth that made blood in wounds difficult to clot.
She had not used magic to heal herself.
Because she knew that she should use all her remaining mana on the two D-rank adventurers. Only then would they have a sliver of hope for survival.
She was merely a novice adventurer.
She had become an adventurer to earn money and change her class to a Magus.
She