"Damian, it looks like I stepped on a trap trigger."
Both of them became silent. Roxana had read a book about traps used in warfare; soldiers hiding in caves would usually set traps along the way so that their enemies would die before capturing them.
Perhaps the cave they were now in also had the exact trap mechanism. Roxana's body stiffened as she didn't know what kind of trap would come out; she didn't even dare to move for fear of stepping on another trap trigger.
On the other hand, Damian didn't look worried at all. His expression was very calm, and even his posture was still relaxed as usual. "Why are you so scared? Humans made that trap, so I should be able to—"
Woosh!
Suddenly, an arrow shot quickly toward Roxana's head, and Damian immediately used his arm as a shield. The silver-colored arrow pierced his hand, causing blood to drip from his injured arm.
