The groaning sound.
What it implied could vary greatly depending on the context. But regardless of its meaning, when faced with such a variable, there was only one choice to take.
First, confirm its source.
I scanned the surroundings with a puzzled expression. Not far away, a small crack was visible.
How much time had passed in silence at this sudden anomaly.
With a kwajik, the crack widened, and from there, a slender arm suddenly protruded. After a few more gasping sounds, the spatial crack shattered with a crash, and the upper body of an exhausted girl appeared.
That was the end.
The woman, having pulled out her upper body, seemed to have used all her strength and slumped down, panting. She appeared so exhausted that she hadn’t even realized I was right in front of her.
After maintaining silence for a moment, I cautiously asked at that familiar sight.
“Uh, Great Witch…?”
At that, the woman’s head, who had been breathing…