The six companions rested for nearly half an hour before approaching the final gate. Although Leon appeared perfectly capable of continuing without rest, the others had expended considerable mana during the fourth trial, particularly Sage and Iris, whose spells had been essential in disabling the armored giant's regenerative formations.
Sage examined their remaining supplies before returning a half-empty pouch to his belt. "Three healing potions, two mana restoration potions, and enough food to survive several more days. Considering how enthusiastically this dungeon has been trying to kill us, I'd say we're doing reasonably well."
Lucan adjusted the bandage around his forearm, where the giant's spear had grazed him. "That depends on what the final trial has prepared for us, Guildmaster."
"Please don't encourage it," Sage replied, looking toward the enormous gate. "I'm beginning to suspect whoever designed these challenges had a personal grudge against Adventurers."
