A large whoosh came next as dozens of blue-tipped spears came shooting out from the ground, their heafy tips nearly grazing her face before she got a grip on the ledge and flung herself back.

Is that some kind of typo, or is that an actual word? Web-searching it didn't bring up any useful results, so I have no idea what it means.

Its magical aura tingled along her fur, but she could feel something else, almost like energy being pushed right into her very being. The weakness after getting hit by the slimes felt like it had suddenly vanished, like she was ready to take on whatever else this place had to offer.

Good, because I was already worried about that one.

Only a few dozen more and she’d be out of here!

Always stay optimistic!