She slammed to a hard stop.
Standing straight, she whispered a prayer, commanding the potent flow of Flores along her body.
Her hands trembled at the euphorical feel, a familiar sensation every time the energy within her was acknowledged.
Soon there was an enchanting silver glow encapsulating her figure, this glow was bright, brighter than it had been at Perudaux's hallway, and much more than at the duel with Morgen.
Her eyes gained that silvery glow as they turned to the wall, running along the patterns.
Yet, all she saw was a gentle stream of colors, melded deep within the walls, and running across the foundation of the tunnel.
PUCHI!
She dug her hands into the wall, ignoring the elasticity and apparent surface tension that held firm.
"Found it" she muttered.
She sent a pulse of silver into the wall through her arms, before waiting to watch the result.
