"Isn't sleeping a rest tonight? I'm going to focus my energy on the dungeon," Lance said bluntly, his will as strong as steel.
Whether or not he was tired, they had already fought their way into the dungeon; it was like having your pants halfway down. Even if you wanted him to stop, it was impossible, because his heart was already set.
He didn't like moving at night, plus notifying others required time for adjustments. Otherwise, he would have acted right away.
Grendel knew she couldn't persuade Lance, but she wasn't someone to just go along with everything. She had her own temper.
Lance's disregard for his own well-being displeased her greatly, and her usual gentle demeanor was gone, replaced by a clear sign of discontent.
In reality, Lance felt somewhat wronged; using a normal person's constitution to measure him was the biggest abnormality.
Unlike those who stepped into the realm of the legendary transcendent by relying on all sorts of bizarre powers.
