Mending

The entrance to Wardrobe Space was not wide, yet it seemed connected to a conveyor belt from some otherworldly factory. Stone Golems formed a torrent, charging without pause toward the hole that had been drilled open.

These Golems continued the style of the Magic Golem Pets on the market. Most were only about the size of a fist, and the bags of sand and blocks of Dry Ice balanced on their heads or held in their arms were naturally tiny as well.

In any other setting, such toy-like little things would only have seemed lively and adorable.

But now, the terrified people packed into the aisle leaped onto the seats on both sides to avoid them, like Moses parting the sea.

One burly man even jumped straight into the arms of a bespectacled passenger, who hugged him tightly without hesitation. The two huddled together in their seat, trembling.

Another passenger whose leg had been broken when someone stepped on it in the crush had no time to get out of the way. He watched helplessly as the Golems climbed onto him and immediately let out a shrill scream—as though those little things were drilling straight into his body.

The youth in the hoodie could not stand listening to him anymore. He reached out, hauled him onto a seat, and said coldly, "Shut up!"

Although the passenger with the broken leg had not seen the scene of him flying through the air to kick the killer, under that icy stare, he still endured the pain and wisely shut his mouth at once.

The Golems clattered toward the hole. People fearfully and blankly made way for this inhuman procession, and even the wizards in the cabin instinctively fell silent.

Ron took the chance to retrieve his Wand, which had broken into several