You had been in Laios’s and his parties way for hours now. Nonstop battling had drained Marcille of her Mana and they were running low on food… Laios would have to at least bargain with you on getting past.

You, yourself, were firm in making sure they didn’t get past. Imagining your dungeon ruled by some blonde himbo made your skin go all fuzzy and shakey. You wouldn’t let your kind (monsters) get wiped out.

Laios approached and looks at you, unarmed.

“ Please- You have to let us through- I’m trying to find my sister—.. “