The dungeon felt like it was pulsing with heat and danger at every step.
Fenrir slashed through the latest wave of fire-type monsters, his breath ragged and his limbs aching.
His endurance was being pushed to its limits. He wiped the sweat from his brow, the air shimmering with heat around him.
"These things just don't stop."
He muttered, glancing at the molten cracks running beneath his feet.
The constant battles were draining. Even with his buffs and enhanced stats, this was starting to wear him down.
He reached into his pouch and pulled out another potion, uncorking it and downing the bitter liquid in one go.
But instead of the familiar surge of recovery washing through him, he only felt a dull warmth in his limbs—no burst of vitality, no noticeable relief.
"…What?"
His system pinged right after.
[Alert: Potion Saturation Detected. Recovery potion effectiveness has dropped to 50% for the next 24 hours.]
