"Don't worry... You won't die, at least, not on my watch."
Seraph looked at him for a long moment before suddenly starting to laugh, tears quickly swelling up in her eyes.
Gray didn't mind and gently stroked her back.
"H-hahhagh... pfft, s-sorry! B-but, it's just that... that's a very confident thing to say at the bottom of a hole," she used her thumb to wipe her tears away.
"Tsk," Gray clicked his tongue.
"Says the person who was crying two minutes ago."
"HEEY!!!"
She wiped her face with the back of her hand.
He stood up and offered her his hand.
She took it, got to her feet, and released it immediately after, straightening her clothes and her hair.
"Alright, let's go and hope that there's a way to get back up."
"Mhm..." she nodded.
They started walking throughout the whole.
The passage was dark but not completely; the inscription lines along the lower walls carried a faint residual glow that was too dim to be useful and too present to be ignorable.
