-Rumble...!
The stone chunks clatter as they fall. Before I can even scream, I grab a potion with trembling hands and gulp it down.
That damn cap is so hard to open.
"Ghk, ugh...!"
"Wait!"
As I struggle to open the cap with shaking hands, Aila hurries over, opens it, and hands me the potion.
And then, the holy power blooming behind me.
Lydia was casting a healing spell on me.
"...Anyone could see she was performing a miracle."
Laura mutters in disbelief, then starts keeping watch over the surroundings, while—...
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