The number on the map was ten he placed the last mark on it before the whole map itself began to shine.
It flew out of Iary's hand and shone even more brightly, with its shine covering a large area, that made us unable to sense or sense what was happening there.
A few seconds later, the shine turned off and in its place is not a familiar bronze gate.
Everyone turned even more alert. Whoever walked first will be in the most danger.
Everyone might attack them together; it's why, I stepped forward the first.
I walked, relaxed, and even wanted to whistle, but that would have been too much.
Being relaxed is not an act; I am relaxed. I might not be able to handle what they throw at me, but my shield could. That I have confidence in.
So, there is nothing to fear.
I walk each step toward the gate, feeling their gazes becoming sharper and heavier.
