Chapter 100: Gunslinger in the God’s Temple (And the Witch Who Dodged Bullets)
"Lots of pillars here, but no one hiding behind them..."
As Demond emerged to the temple’s steps (ignoring a clingy wife still on her waist), she glanced at the pillars standing side-by-side, in-between a stone pavement to the large entrance to the temple, towering at least 6 feet tall.
It was opened, the darkness within was like a gaping abyss that drew preys in, inviting those with the promise of treasures, and only treasures as if the others won’t ever turn back.
"Adrei, smell anything?"
"None, my wife." The Dragon’s nose perked up, there was a slight smell of oil lingering on the road, but no scents of anyone moving or hiding.
"Hm...." The Witch’s eyes glanced over the stone pavement, then surveyed the grassfields where those pillars towered over them, before frowning. "I would have thought this would be a great spot for an ambush."
"Then it would seem the hunter prefers to draw us in further." Adrei puffed a sigh into the Witch’s hair lock, earning her a cute purr.
"Seems like it, then shall we-"
The Witch’s tone stuttered, her eyes squinting as she swung her gaze over to the temple’s entrance, her staff raising at a moment’s notice.
"...I must apologize." The Dragon seethed as she let go of her wife, scales steaming. "It would seem the hunters themselves are impatient and ready to approach us."
A tingly sense of mana tickled on the Witch’s spine, her ice creaking a subtle change in the air, as her posture straightened itself, twirling her staff like a regular, warm-up exercise. "It is just one, however. Still, get ready."