Immediately, Mel stood up with her arm raised to the side.
Mana materialised beneath her palm, her eyes darting around the room as she grasped the wooden staff.
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Mel took a deep breath, her senses sharpened as her connection with other
"Partner," she murmured cautiously, wary of enemies lurking nearby. "Where exactly are we, and how do I get out?"
[ Don't be afraid, Mel. This is the
"Oh. So you mean..."
Holding her chin in contemplation, Mel mused as she couldn't imagine any enemy sprouting from the Royal or Holy Armies unless her identity was exposed, leaving only...
"The Witch Cult." Her eyes squinted as she stepped towards the door, still whispering. "Have they made their move already?"
[ Exactly. This is an operation to capture you, Mel! ]
"Hm..."