The Potion

David turned his attention to Luna, who lay unconscious and injured. Gently cradling her in his arms, he made his way through the dungeon, gathering the bodies of Luna's fallen companions. With the portal's help, he stored the deceased adventurers for a proper burial later.

The moon hung high in the night sky as David emerged from the dark depths of the dungeon, carrying Luna's unconscious form in his arms. Gently, he laid her on the ground and knelt beside her.

Her body was battered, covered in bruises and cuts from the relentless battle against the Shadow Lich and its monstrous minions. David's heart clenched at the sight of his loyal companion in such a state.

"I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, determination shining in his eyes.

With a deep breath, he summoned his healing spell. Soft, ethereal light enveloped Luna's body, mending her wounds and cleansing her of the dungeon's malevolent energy.