The tip of the broken sword touched the surface of the door with a dry metallic clink—a small sound, but one that seemed to echo through the chamber like muffled thunder.
Nothing happened for the first two seconds.
In the third, the runes began to glow.
First one.
Then another.
And then all of them — as if an ancient web of energy had finally been reactivated, running through the inscriptions with a pale golden glow. A high-pitched hum began to vibrate in the air, thin as the sound of a crystal glass being touched by a damp finger.
Frieren's eyes widened slightly, which to anyone who knew her meant pure amazement.
"Well... either it was the sword, or the door just collapsed," she said, nibbling on the root, which fell from her mouth at the end of the sentence. "Wait... this is really working."
