'I knew the spells I got from Nyala would come in handy.'
Azel thought as they followed behind the demon lady.
He never really thought he would be able to use the grimoire he got from the Saintess so soon but then again… Fate operated in different ways.
The spell not only cloaked them but it also muted their steps, making even the crunch of stones beneath their boots vanish into nothingness.
As long as they didn't move enough to make the rocks slide, they were fine… for now at least, he was ready to fight if they were found out though.
'But I'm wondering… why would they use the explosives?'
His mind couldn't let that go.
They were underground… deep enough that the air felt very cold.
Weren't these people supposed to be careful not to make the whole place collapse?
One wrong vibration and the earth itself could bury them alive. A lot of miners had died that way.
Still, he wondered where this woman had come from.
