Hearing her laugh, Noah's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly pointed at a stick on the ground. "And that is a stick. It comes from a tree that is made up of wood that grows on a planet, which is you."
"Oh, shut it!" Elysia realized what he was doing and nudged him playfully from the side, but suddenly her laughter stopped when she saw the stick on the ground move.
Wh—Tessh!
The twig that appeared to be a broken vine wrapped around the walls twitched. It magically elongated and attacked Noah and Elysia like a whip, only to strike an invisible wall.
"Is this their way of trial? Whip us to death?" Watching the twig falling back from the recoil of its own attack, Elysia covered her mouth and chuckled lightly.
Crack!
As if she had cursed her own luck, several crackling sounds filled the area. The smile on Elysia's face turned strained. "Oops." She whispered, sticking out her tongue, trying to act cute.
