"Laugh it up! Damn it, you all were just as doubtful about him just a moment ago!"
Yani's face turned red with embarrassment as he loudly complained. Seemingly by unspoken agreement, everyone shifted their gaze away, leaving him alone like a fool.
While everyone was chatting, Anvis's spellcasting was complete. A transparent ray shot from his hands, hitting precisely the magic node hidden within the trap.
The air in front of the corridor rippled like water, with transparent dreamlike ripples echoing in midair.
But as the ray continued, the ripples gradually began to weaken and eventually settled back into calm.
After disarming the trap, Anvis slowly walked up to the firmly shut doors of the library.
The heavy, bronze-colored doors were festooned with bizarre and twisted black lines. In the center of the doors, there was a line of brief inscriptions in ancient Gumanic deeply engraved upon them.
