In front of them, a straight corridor silently stood.
Gray's eyes narrowed the instant he saw the straight, smooth corridor ahead.
"That's… too perfect," he muttered.
There were no runes, magic vibrations, or anything like that.
Lyra, however, only tilted her head.
"You're always so paranoid," she said, stepping forward before he could stop her.
"Lyra, wait!—"
Fwip!
Fwip!
Fwip!
Fwip!
"—shit!"
From both sides of the wall, countless arrows shot toward her in a deadly blur.
Her eyes widened.
Crackle, snap!
In an instant, golden lightning burst around her body, her figure flickering forward as she dodged through the barrage.
"AAAAH, this is insane!!" she shouted, bolts sparking wildly off her arms and legs as she zigzagged, sliding, ducking, jumping.
Each arrow narrowly missed, thudding into the wall behind her.
"Gray! What are you waiting for?!"
Gray stood at the entrance, hands in his pockets, watching with a faint, entertained smile.
