"Kicked around like a ball, tainted by mud, chased by strange weapons like a rat, vomited on by maggots."
"Let me ask you."
"Do you still like the Sain Dungeon now?"
"I, I..."
Fingery, in a daze, heard indistinct voices and couldn't tell if someone was actually asking him or if he was hallucinating.
No one can be kindly to things that torment them, and those who refrain from giving the Sain Dungeon the finger after a series of torments are considered morally high; expecting them to give a thumbs up?
Yet, Fingery hesitated, unsure what kind of evaluation to give.
Mainly because these encounters were all due to his voluntary entry, and he had encountered worse things before, especially after being removed from the team.
The torments brought by the Sain Dungeon, instead, evoked a peculiar sense of nostalgia.
As he hesitated, he woke up.
"Where am I?"
