The party looked at Bel, completely confused by his sudden announcement.
"What do you mean, finish this alone?" Crest snapped, stepping forward. His face showed both frustration and disbelief. "Are you saying we're not good enough?"
Bel sighed calmly, crossing his arms.
"I'm saying that you're holding me back," he explained plainly. "With all of you here, I can't fight at my fullest. It's better if you leave and let me handle this myself."
Ronan frowned deeply, exchanging looks with the others, clearly troubled. Crest shook his head firmly, his voice sharp and angry.
"Absolutely not. This is our raid too! You can't just decide for us. This is our party and we won't accept this humiliation!"
Bel tilted his head slightly, observing Crest carefully.
"I'm not deciding for you. I'm offering you peace of mind," he said coldly. "Those monsters were probably the weakest creatures here. Do you honestly think you can handle what's deeper inside?"
