The sound of light footsteps echoed.
In this pitch-black world where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face, it felt unusually distinct, as if someone was walking purposefully toward them through the vast darkness.
The origin of the sound was clear, seemingly without any intention of hiding.
Unsure if it was due to a brazen self-confidence, or perhaps a belief that hiding was meaningless.
"...!!"
Amilia, who was worrying and anxious, felt a chill sweep through her heart the instant she heard the footsteps, turning her head to stare intently in that direction.
However, because the visibility was so poor and she didn't have any magical effect or item that could "increase her vision," she could only hear the sound without seeing any specifics. This made the Heroic Maiden unable to resist clenching her fist, feeling a sense of helplessness in the dark space.
Of course, this was unavoidable.
