Kapitel 128: A Cry for Help - V

'That explains the clear difficulty spike.' Merlin thought as he watched the notification disappear. 'But what issue did we solve? We just destroyed the statues, it's not like we saved the villagers.'

Merlin made his way over to Callisto, who was panting heavily and holding her wounded fists.

He reached down and grabbed his goblin hexer's staff, throwing it back into his inventory before taking out his herbalist kit, placing it on the stone floor beside her.

"I didn't bring any water with me, damn." He mumbled to himself. He turned towards Callisto and asked her if she had any water.

He was instructed to grab the waterskin attached to her belt, a water bottle of sorts made from animal skin. Merlin shook it around and found that it was almost full.

He reached into his herbalist's kit and pulled out the mortar and pestle, before looking through his inventory once more.