Kiaaaaa—
The shrieks of the wandering banshees echoed from all directions.
The spirits that had gathered here, even after losing their target, lingered below the party, refusing to leave.
[If only I could bring my beloved weapon from my world here…]
Hatasu Titi, wrapped in Gurup’s tentacles along with his shield, lamented.
He seemed to have a relatively calm and realistic personality, but in such a dire situation, he couldn’t help but think of “what ifs.”
[If I had the staff blessed by the ‘Book of the Dead,’ I could have sent those spirits back to chaos in an instant.]
It wasn’t just him who felt regretful.
Owen twitched uncomfortably and added,
[I don’t even wish for a weapon. If only I could properly use the aura from my main body, we might have found a way out.]
Gurup also felt deeply regretful. Being weak to the cold, he was already shivering with his three tentacles wrapped around the ceiling.
[I wish my real body was here properly. My current body is too small! Only five tentacles have come out!]
…Wait, how many tentacles does your real body have?
Meanwhile, Owen spoke to Seongjin with a heavy expression.
[Are you okay, newbie? I wanted to help you properly, but I’m sorry that something like this happened right from the start.]
Seongjin looked at him with a sullen face.
You can’t even take care of yourself, and you’re talking about helping…