Let's Jump off the Roof."
Sezel's words cut through the strained quiet, delivered without warning, startling them all. Shiki stared, incredulous. "What?"
The suggestion was particularly jarring coming from Sezel, who had, only moments before, been the voice of reason against such recklessness. It was as if something fundamental had shifted within him.
Vesta walked slowly to his side, her gaze sweeping across the vast expanse that had fallen silent since the dragon's departure. "Okay," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "Let's go. But how will we get down?"
It was an obvious question. They stood on the rooftop of a building that easily soared twenty meters high. Even for Awakened Slayers, such a drop was lethal.
Sezel paused, considering, then turned, a strange glint in his crimson eyes. "We'll make a rope."
