"Here, take this," Sheila handed the rectangular tal thing to Stanley.
Stanley took the item and looked at it for a mont, unable to comprehend what it was. It was 4 centiters wide, 2 centiters thick, and 15 centiters long tal object, that was completely colored black, with nothing about it that made sense.
He flipped it around, not knowing what to do with it. "What is this thing?" he asked Sheila.
"A short sword," Sheila answered while she placed the thing with the bird and mountain on her belt along with the various thing in the sack. "Tsk, I’ve already used most of these things."
Stanley still continued staring at the tal object that was sohow supposed to be a sword.
Sheila noticed it and sighed. "Hold it in a grip," she said.
"Hmm, okay," Stanley said and gripped the sword fully in his palm. His hand was large enough that it covered the tal entirely.
"No, not like that," Sheila sighed again. "Here, give ."
She took the object from Stanley and held it in her palm where the majority of it was hidden inside, except a bit at the top. Then, she squeezed it lightly and two flaps opened up from the top, revealing so sort of glass.
Then, at the next mont, a brilliant glowing sword appeared, completely red in color that brightened the entire room as well.
Staley looked at the sword in slight awe and fear as he took a step back. He could feel the heat coming from the sword and a small buzzing sound as the sword itself flickered from ti to ti.
"What is that? That’s not a sword," he said.
"It is a sword," Sheila replied. "A plasma sword. Well, it’s not really a good sword though. I had to get ones without a tal edge to support the plasma, so it’s wobbly when I move it around."
The blade of the sword seed to slightly bend when it was moved around. "Also, it expends a little too fast," she said and closed the sword.
"Now you try," she tossed the sword over.
Stanley took the sword and tried it. He placed it half in his palm and squeezed. The upper flaps opened as expected and the flaming sword erupted once again.
"Wow!" he couldn’t help but say. He felt the heat, even more, when it was up close.
"Alright, stop that," Sheila said. "We need to leave."
Stanley stopped squeezing the sword and the fla disappeared. "What is the plan now?" he asked
Sheila thought for a mont. "You ran very fast when coming down the slope," she said. "Can you continue running as fast?"
"Most likely, yeah," he said. "I’m not very tired."
"Good, we’ll have to take a risk then," she said.
"Huh?" Stanley frowned a bit. "What risk?"
"My car is outside of the veil. I do not know if it’s destroyed or not, but I want to make a gamble that it is fine and that we only need to get to it," she said. "So, I will need you to help run past the veil."
Stanley paused for a mont. "Run... past the veil?" he couldn’t help but ask. As soone who grew up in this town, the concept of going out of the town, especially through the veil was not one that he held.
To him, going into the veil was suicide. It was what people did when they wanted to die.
"We need to run past the veil and get into my car. If my car is still working, we can get away from here easily," Sheila said.
Stanley paused for a mont. "Wait, what if the car isn’t working?" he asked.
"Well... that part is the gamble," Sheila said.
"Are we just going to go to our death?" Stanley asked.
"Well... no," Sheila said. "We’re going to co back and go find the mayor."
"But—"
"But," Sheila cut off Stanley and continued. "Doing so will cause the Crawlers to follow us most definitely. That is to say, if our gamble doesn’t pay off, we will start another Crawler attack."
Stanley’s eyes went wide. "We can’t do that," he said. "Too many people have died today. We don’t have nearly enough people to handle another 10 or more Crawlers."
Sheila said nothing. She knew the risks of this plan from the start.
"What if we just run and continued running? I’m strong, I can probably keep running with you for half an hour, if not more," Stanley said.
"That won’t work," Sheila said. "We’re on a cliff. The entirety of the veil is about 20 ters wide and beyond that is another patch of land about 30 ters at best before it drops into the ocean. There is nowhere to run."
"Ocean?" Stanley asked. Had he heard that word before?
"It’s a large area of water," Sheila explained. "It completely surrounds our world."
"Oh, that," he said finally. "I didn’t know it had a na. The books just say there is water as far as the eye can see. Is that true?"
"You’ll understand when you see it," Sheila said. "For now, let’s leave."
She left everything in the room and walked out.
Stanley walked out with her. "Are we really going to run through the veil? It’s dangerous. We should think about it."
"I told you, we don’t have the luxury of such consideration," she said. "If we don’t leave soon, we will most likely die."
"Yeah, but if we fail, all of these people will die," Stanley said.
Sheila hesitated when she reached the door. "You’re right, but—"
Stanley saw the door open. "Soone’s here," he said as he pulled back Sheila, but it was too late.
There was nowhere to go and the door opened completely, revealing a man with narrow eyes who was shocked to see her.
"Sheila!" he said with a face that was sowhat glad to see her. "You’re alive."
Stanley looked at the man with a bit of concern as he started backing off.
"Brother Yasu!"
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