The platform's faint hum lingered even after the battle ended. Its glyphs continued to glow softly, bathing the clearing in an eerie, flickering light. The mist swirling around the basin felt thicker now, carrying a weight that pressed against us like unseen hands. Kijin slumped onto a nearby rock, catching her breath as her barrier fizzled out of existence.
"Next time, I'd like a heads-up before I get dragged into a fight with a magic rock monster," she said, rubbing her temples. "And by 'heads-up,' I mean a 'No, Kijin, it's not worth your sanity.'"
Raijuu was prowling the edge of the clearing, his nose low to the ground. His body language screamed tension, though his growls had subsided to a soft rumble. Tenko was busy reviewing the footage on her camera, her sharp eyes analyzing every frame as if looking for a hidden answer.
The chat, of course, had its usual commentary:
: Tsukasa, maybe next time don't activate the ancient death trap? Just a thought.
