‘I think this will work well.’
Facing the wall, Finn could feel that the watchful gazes were definitely dimmer than before. It wasn't on the level of the Gate of the Sixth Sense, but she too had her instincts as a Ranger and a Pathfinder. Torres, following behind her, wondered if this was truly the right path, but he shook his head inwardly.
‘This is no time for hesitation.’
If they had decided to do it, they would see it through. He too was a member of the Frontier Garrison, a special-grade soldier in the Naurilia army’s soldier system. He might not be a match for a hundred men, but he was a useful asset who could do the work of two or three men alone.
And Enkrid...
"I'm going first."
He didn't bother letting Finn go ahead. He took large strides, putting his hands into the cracks of the wall and beginning to climb. He had taken off his ruined padded armor, and though he had used a few throwing knives, the longsword rattling at his waist was still there.
“…What in the world is he?”
He climbed walls better than she, a Ranger, could. It was a reasonable thing for Finn to say.
“I don't know either. I'm on my way.”
“What?”
Torres mulled over his own words and realized he had said something strange.
“I think I knew a little before, but now I don't.” “Anyway, just follow me well.”