Eira was at her limit. She was in such excruciating pain in her throat and chest that all she could do was roll back and forth in that dark warehouse. There was no sign that Kael was going to open the door.

In addition to the smell of dust, her nose now detected the faint, metallic scent of her own blood mixed with the scent of cherry blossoms, which only made Eira feel nauseous.

“Eira? Where are you?!”

Eira’s eyes flew open, even though she knew she couldn’t see a thing in such complete darkness.

It wasn’t Kael’s voice, but she felt a slight sense of relief in her chest...