Capítulo 63: Truid Dungeon Quest (4) A Good God

Tyr's pupils increased in size out of nowhere, a slightly heavy feeling growing in his heart for some odd reason.

"I feel concerned for some reason." He couldn't describe how, but it was like an uneasy feeling in his bones, "I don't think this is a coincidence that this note is telling me to make an antidote." He said, thinking about what sort of medicine he should make exactly.

"I have nothing to go off of." His pointer finger landed on his bottom lip as his eyes panned toward the ground--thinking about what he should focus on.

"Even if I had an idea of the illness, how am I supposed to use this random shit to create an antidote? Is everything I need even here? What if I'm too late? How will I even get to them, there's no exit out of this place..."

Many questions began to race through Tyr's mind.

He turned to look at the crop plot. He took a few seconds to gaze at the various odd plants.