The archer's chest went up and down, a chill crept up all the way to his head.
Impossible. Impossible! He had never missed his marks!
The arrows should hit the wall and create a bullseye mark if it was a dead end!
So how did...a bullseye mark appear when his arrow didn't even hit anything??
And how did...a dead end without a mark appeared when he obviously...had just marked it?
Sizzle. Sizzle.
The slimes spat out the corrosive saliva around them, the spearman's spears missed the slimes several times.
"What the hell is going on, hey?? Are we trapped??"
The silent woman's lips trembled, her voice hoarse.
"Guys, look..."
Throb. Throb.
The light shone closely upon the wall and the subtle throbbing became as clear as the day.
The hunters stiffened. Even the burly guy's sword almost slipped out of his hand.
"The wall...move?"
A chill shot up everyone's head, the hair on their napes stood up stiffly.
How could the wall...move?
