With a resigned sigh, Inkwell waved his hand, dispelling the ward that had cocooned the cabin.
The oppressive pressure that had encircled them faded, and Louise could feel the release of tension in the air.
A smile crept across Louise face.
Louise uncorked his wine gourd, and the atmosphere quivered with the unique sound of space tearing.
Spatial distortions swirled around him, like ethereal ribbons, culminating in the sudden appearance of a man right before him.
This newcomer bore a playful smile, an enigmatic presence. The room crackled with energy the moment this person comes out from the ground
As the man emerged from the gourd, he stretched his neck nonchalantly, as though he had just walked out of a confined room.
His demeanour is casual,
"It felt cramped" he mutters
A staff, intricately carved and radiating formidable energy, is strapped to his back.
