After a while, Kyle finished investigating the Dungeon City and recalled his duplicate.
The two exchanged a glance. Without saying a word, they already knew what the other meant.
They jumped down from the surface, feeling the wind brush against their skin and enjoying the sensation of freefall.
When they were ten meters above the Dungeon City, they came to a steady stop in midair and looked down at the Magic Shield rising around it, red light flickering across its surface.
Kyle extended both hands and silently recited words Velin could not understand. Rainbow-colored magic gathered at his fingertips, then was drawn out into threads that flew into the Magic Shield and merged with it.
With a faint tremor, the surface of the Magic Shield slowly dissolved, revealing a passage wide enough for one person.
"Master, let's go."
Seeing this, Velin walked straight through the passage and entered the Magic Shield.
Kyle followed close behind, entering the Dungeon City just as the Magic Shield closed again.
On the ground, three adventurers lay prone at the edge of the cliff, watching with their own eyes as the two entered that mysterious Dungeon City.
"Big Brother, what do we do?"
"What do we do? Of course we go back to sleep. What else can we do?" The leading young man spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.
The short, thin youth scratched his head and looked past the young man toward their other companion.
"Can you open that transparent cover?"
"No."
"Then there you have it. You can't even open the cover, so why are you asking what we should do? Isn't that redundant?"
After hearing his companion's answer, the short, thin youth scratched the back of his head. That did seem to be the case.
By the time he came