When Arletha leaped high, Ephraim was able to see the whole vicinity. The clock tower from the distance begun to crumble and disappear as the ground below them reverberated and quaked. Arletha's boots stepped into a lower building as she jumped once more high in the sky. Her steps let out small magical hexes into the surface she had stepped into.
Ephraim still couldn't bring his thumb into the things he was witnessing. Magic. How absurd. He didn't know how he would cope afterward, but he kept trying to force himself to understand that these things really existed. And maybe other happenstances beyond one's imagination also persevered in the depths of the ground and outside this certain 'dungeon.'
It wasn't long before they landed on the surface. And with a loud thud, with the dust slowly clearing, Ephraim sees two people holding their weapons: one in armor holding a blade, and the other with a tough body holding an ax.
