Nightmare Floor 11 (3)

I returned to the third passage.

The bowl on the altar and the last remaining treasure chest.

I looked down at the bowl and pondered.

The gimmick was that I had to fill a bowl nearly as large as my body with blood.

“This is too much.”

Was there really no other way?

I had already confirmed that water simply burned away the moment I poured it in.

...What about the blood of some creature other than me?

But there was nothing else in this dungeon that could really be called a living creature.

The bats had vanished when the white bat died, the golem knights were not living creatures, and the mimics did not bleed. They only spewed things like acid...