"Amou."
"Is it possible..."
"That your body is just too strong?"
Onigawara Rin pointed at the magic stone on the ground, dropped by the first Hellhound whose jaw had been crushed.
Judging by its size, it was clearly a fair bit bigger than the others. It might even have been a minor boss.
Yet it had died less than a second after appearing.
"Don't care."
Sasamori Aya turned her head away.
"Not enough."
"Not nearly enough."
"Fighting at this level can't even get my blood boiling."
"Tsukuyo."
As though something had occurred to her, Sasamori Aya turned toward the blind girl who had been standing quietly in the very center of the group.
"Can you hear anything?"
"Where are there more?"
"I want more."
"Stronger ones."
"Preferably the kind that can make me feel pain."
"..."
At the mention of her name, Tsukuyo Inaba tilted her head slightly.
Her silvery-white ears twitched gently.
In this dim, noisy environment, filled with the stench of sulfur and blood.
An ordinary person's senses would already have been thrown into complete disarray.
But for her.
Every whisper of wind here, every echo of a falling rock, even the rhythm of distant monsters' heartbeats.
"Up ahead, to the left..."
Tsukuyo Inaba raised her hand, pointing a slender finger toward a fissure that looked like a dead end.
"About three hundred meters."
"There are lots of heartbeats."
"They're very erratic."
"And..."
Tsukuyo Inaba paused, a subtle expression appearing on her delicate little face.
"Some of the sounds seem a lot like teeth grinding?"
"Teeth grinding?"
Sasamori Aya's eyes lit up.
"Sounds good."
"Let's go there!"
With that.
Without even caring whether the fissure held a trap, Sasamori Aya charged toward it, her fists still dripping blood.
"Hey! Amou! Wait!"
Seeing this, Onigawara Rin could only follow