If this failed, Cinniuint might die. He didn't want to think it, but the cold part of his mind whispered it anyway.
And then—came that voice from his memory.
"As expected of you, Li Shen."
Yes. Somnus had praised him for it. If Somnus believed in him, then—his hand, his hand could—
"This is another world. That means even the sky is within reach."
With that, he clenched his left hand and he felt it—something real, something solid, in the empty air.
In the same moment, a deafening shatter rang out—like glass exploding into a thousand pieces—and the monster's magic circle broke apart before his eyes.
Li Shen couldn't help it; he gave a small "Yes!" and even threw a tiny fist pump.
Damn it, he'd have to tell Somnus this—"I did it!"—like some kid showing off.
While Li Shen flushed in embarrassed excitement, the monster tilted its jeweled head, confused at the sudden interference.
That instant of distraction was all Cinniuint needed.
