Moriyue rearranged everything that had happened in his mind. The scene from moments ago replayed like a movie, and from a third-person perspective, he scrutinized his own actions, trying to find where the strangeness had begun.
The events sped up and slowed down several times over. The scraping outside grew louder, while the little remaining light gradually faded. The stale, rotten smell of wood chips made the cramped space even more suffocating. Moriyue vaguely felt that once the coffin sealed him in completely, he might never wake up again. He would not die, but he would become nothing more than a stone that had stopped thinking.
"Drip, drip~"
Sweat rolled down his forehead. Time was running out, yet he had no idea what to do. He was like a headless fly...
"No! That squirrel earlier..."
However, Moriyue seemed to suddenly realize something, and his eyes flew open. That was right—the squirrel. Ever since they had encountered that squirrel, everything had started to go wrong.
"Knock, knock, knock! Yuzu! There's something wrong with that squirrel! We're probably under Genjutsu right now!"
"Genjutsu?"
Once Moriyue figured it out, his body suddenly regained the ability to move. His fists slammed against the wooden boards again and again before he finally kicked the lid apart.
Yugito Nii also recalled that unusually humanlike squirrel. Her iron claws crossed, shredding the boards into small chunks of wood.
Though they did not know what was going on, it seemed that once they identified the problem, they could move freely again.
Stretching his limbs, Moriyue lunged forward like a tiger pouncing on prey and pinned down the two Paper Figures trying to escape. His body could only exert the most basic strength, but that was more than enough to deal with these two little brats.
All fear came