The wooden ventilation window near the basement ceiling exploded violently. Shards of glass and jagged wood splinters rained down on the hard stone floor, accompanied by a deafening crash.
Belida moved faster than a blink. The giant knight instantly lunged, using his massive body to shield Kanos while simultaneously drawing his pitch black steel sword. Sili let out a panicked shriek, scrambling desperately to hide under the collapsed halves of the wooden table. Kanos held his breath. His right hand instinctively reached into his cargo pocket, his fingers tightly gripping the glass bottle of his newly mixed ink.
A figure tumbled through the narrow window gap. The person hit the rocky floor with a sickeningly loud thud, sliding several meters through the thick dust before finally crashing into a stack of empty grain sacks.
It was Papuyu.
