Solow Motel.
Lumian gazed at the red flames in the port district, tuning in to the distant commotion, anticipating potential visitors.
Before long, a knock echoed on the door.
Lumian didn't wait for Lugano to wake up. He pivoted and strode to the door.
The moment he swung it open, Noelia, clad in brown leather armor and a wimple, stood before him.
Noelia's expression was as cold as ice. She abruptly raised her hand and uttered ancient Hermes words, "Imprison!"
Lumian found himself instantly immobilized. Transparent walls or a viscous liquid seemed to encase him, turning him into an insect trapped in amber.
In the next second, Noelia unsheathed a straight sword from her back.
Simultaneously, Lumian's pants tightened, as if he had grown taller and more robust. An explosive force emanated from his body.
The transparent "amber" restraining him creaked, revealing invisible cracks.
