"An adventure?"
Clelia blinked. 'So that's how they met...'
But why did Menor never tell her any of this?
"Yes," Old Jack said, a nostalgic look on his face as he sighed. "We didn't exactly get off on the right foot back then. At the time, Menor..."
"Found it!"
Just then, Ales cut him off. Several bolts of black lightning erupted from his body once more, shooting toward a protrusion above the folding screen.
There was no expected roar of a shattering wall. The moment the malicious energy touched the wall, it vanished without a sound, as if it had been devoured.
"Old Jack!"
Before Ales could say more, Old Jack had already picked up the statue and thrown it toward the spot.
As Clelia watched, the statue, which carried a spiritual essence of the Origin, slowly merged into the wall.
HISS!
After a sound like leaking air, the wall began to twist and ripple, sending out circle after circle of concentric waves.
