His palm almost landed on the door, but a strange cold pushed his hand back. The peculiar hissing came from it, a strange chilly haze spread in front of it, and the door stood gallantly, bluish and intimidated.
"Come on, Ji Sung, touch the door and see what happens." Rinoa pulled his arm closer to the door.
It's easy for her to say that. She was not touching pale dore, shrouded with a strange cold shield.
"Don't chicken out. Just touch it, and everything is done. Open or not, at least you already touch it."
That world always rings the insult bell inside his ear. "Okay, stop calling me chicken. If something happens to me, you take responsibility."
"Just do it."
His throat was hit hard by the drought. He washed his mouth with saliva. His Adam's ample bounced. Slowly, atremble, his hand closed against the icy shield of the ancient.
Then the cold vanished as his hand trusted deeper. The door glows blueish.
"Aaaargh!" Ji Sung trembled like beingbelericut.
