The Gray Wizard Rises Again - The Corridor of Ash, or the Hand That Lost Its Escape and the Silence That Gripped Back
The warmth of the hand that had gripped him still lingered.
Raid was aware of that sensation as he ran. The moment Aira's right hand had pulled strongly on Raid's arm—just before the Emerald Twilight Forest was engulfed in flames, when Aira's body had moved before her mind could think, rushing toward the voice that echoed from beyond the smoke. That was the moment. The heat transmitted through the fabric. It wasn't merely the force of a "confirmation check."
And even now, inside the stone door.
The ancient ruins 〈Corridor of Ash〉—ancient stone architecture buried deep within the Emerald Twilight Forest—six people were running through its interior. Geometric patterns carved into the stone walls flowed past the edge of their vision with each step. There were no torches. But the stone itself emitted a faint light, so it wasn't dark. It was an old, quiet light, as if something dwelled within the stone itself.
"Don't stop, keep going deeper!" Kalva called out from the front, his voice c