The Pipe Network

Esmr being the competent witch she was, was quick to make a bubble-thin barrier to help them cross to the lake's surface.

They say the water in the summer had a much lower quantity than in the winter. As the very depth of the water lake is warm, the ice on it melts frequently but builds up just as fast when the weather changes.

They were unlucky as this was a very cold week.

Laylin was drowsy as water spat out of the hole and began filling the pipe, Ambrose jumped up and grabbed Laylin by the waist.

She, who was drowsily swaying, didn’t protest. Her mind was much clear now but her limbs were still feeling too numb to function.

Ambrose eyed the flimsy barrier and turned to Esmer.

“Will it even hold if a fish slammed its thin tail against it?” he quickly demanded, narrowing his eyes at the witch, who blinked at him in shock.

But her hesitation was just momentary. She grabbed Rurik’s sword from the sheath and launched it at the barrier.

‘CLANG!’

“Ah!”

With a loud shattering voic