MISMATCHES

NOAH

Before I turn the handle, it turns on its own. I look at Balck, my heart is beating wildly, instinctively holding tight, and the other person says something.

— I think they must have locked it, I can't open it!

The voice on the other side of the door is high pitched, too irritating, and familiar to my ears. Artanis. The sound of her voice is silenced, we stand there for a few minutes, in silence waiting for some movement, and apparently she seems to have gone away.

— I think we can go now! — Balck exclaims. — How did you manage to hold the door? Was it the ring?

— I think so, I wouldn't have so much strength to hold the door with just my hand!

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— Wow, it's so dusty in here! — Balck says admiringly.

— Of course, since it was isolated, no one else has entered here, other than some magic preventing anyone from entering! — Andrew responds.

— How are we going to get out of here? Do you have a plan? — Balck asks.

— So, it looks like they still haven't realized that the guards have