"Second hell, the weight of love—"
Gajeel and Levy had only just managed to poke their heads out of the deep pit. Before they could even catch their breath, an enormous shadow loomed over them... it was some gigantic, unidentified black object~
Gajeel's expression changed. He barely had time to raise his hands, which had already transformed into black iron pillars, before the enormous unidentified black object came crashing down from above.
And so, amid two miserable screams and a dull crash, the gigantic unidentified black object slammed down. Unsurprisingly, Gajeel and Levy, who had only just climbed to the mouth of the hole, were crushed straight back into the pit~
A long while later, when they cautiously poked their heads out of the deep pit again, they were much smarter about it. Who knew whether another one of those goddamn unidentified black objects would fall on them?! Better to be careful.
To their relief, no unidentified black object fell this time. Levy took that to mean they were out of danger, thinking the crisis Picasso had brought upon them was finally over. Gajeel, however, disagreed. In his words, it was over after just that?! What kind of joke was that supposed to be?! Knowing Achill and his shameless habits, these traps were nothing but a tiny appetizer! The main course and side dishes were probably still waiting up ahead—
In fact, everything went exactly as Gajeel had guessed. They had barely taken a few steps farther inside before another trap struck~
"Third hell, baa~ fly to the moon—"
Then a small but powerful magic projectile suddenly exploded beneath their feet without any warning! And so, clinging to each other with tears streaming down their faces, the two were blasted into the air...
"Fourth hell, the age of blazing bromance~"