Jorin stared at the fiery outline of the door carved into the ground, his brows furrowed. "So… do we open it now?"
"No." Serah's voice was sharp and steady.
Jorin blinked at her, frowning. "What do you mean 'no'?"
Serah's crimson eyes didn't waver as she studied the faint glow of the rectangular shape. "I don't know the exact mechanism behind this door. Whatever method we use to force it open could trigger alarms—or worse, alert Drosmir and his guards. And with just the two of us here, that would be suicide."
Jorin leaned back on his heels, lips pressing into a thin line before he let out a small sigh. "Yeah, you're right. I didn't think of that." He scratched at his jaw, thoughtful. "So then how do we get down there?"
Serah lifted a finger and pointed directly at him. "With earth magic. Isn't that obvious?"
