Dusts, sand, heat, and silence.
Each of his steps brought Aito closer to that invincible creature, barely twenty meters away from him. His right forearm was broken. Inside, Aito could feel the bones that were shattered slowly healing.
Pneuma and the recovery beads did a good job of alleviating the pain.
However, he could feel it would not be enough for him to compete against that monstrosity. Bone fragments had difficulty repairing. There were so many pieces it'd take an entire day or two for his arm to fully heal.
He could still move his hand, but lifting a single finger was excruciating, beyond any description. And yet, he gripped something tightly. A small green bead with strays of gold.
A Healing Bead.
Aito has been keeping it for later, in case of an emergency. After all, it equaled at least a hundred recovery beads and could probably save the life of one of his teammates in times of need.
“Little did the Woodcutter know that the sixth floor wasn’t supposed to be that difficult. Normally, challengers would just have to kill wandering orcs or raid their town to clear their quests. He was only at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Extract from, "Yggdrasil Chronicles, The Woodcutter of Iris," by Roan the Merchant.