As she finished healing, laid out on the ground, she was confronted with a couple of unfortunate facts.
Firstly, there were two enemies. If there had been just one, maybe Neve would have tried to fight it. After all, she was going to have to fight the boss of this place at some point, who was surely over level 50. If she couldn't beat a random grunt, then there was nothing to feel bad about in dying to it because it meant she would have just died to the boss anyway.
But, no, there were two enemies walking around that table, which severely complicated the situation.
The second fact was related to why she was still alive. The only reason the mannequins hadn't detected her yet was that she hadn't moved an inch.
That meant that the instant she moved out of this position, she was probably screwed.
As the reality of this situation hit her, Neve tried her hardest to remain calm. Taking steady breaths, she stared up at the ceiling.
