Do they make it inside the Destroyer and find the creator?
In a manner of speaking...
"Way to take one for the team Kazuma," Kyouya joked as Kazuma comically blew in his swollen, throbbing arm while Aqua was healing injuries, moving down the line towards him.
"*Puff* Fuck *Puff* you *Puff*," Kazuma groused.
"Seriously though, thank you, I don't think I could have taken a blow like that," Kyouya told Kazuma.
"Bit of a glass cannon, aren't you?" Kazuma sniggered.
"Afraid so," Kyouya replied, a rueful chuckle escaping his lips.
"What's a glass cannon?" Cremea, who was standing guard while Wiz was assisting the others in clearing a path, asked.
"A common expression back where we come from, it refers to someone who can dish out a lot of damage, but can't take much," Kazuma replied. "Darkness is kind of the opposite, what we call a Stone Wall."
Aqua finished the incantation after getting to Kazuma, and cast the healing spell on his arm. "There, now the only throbbing and swollen part of you is the one that we want to do so," Aqua grinned, making Cremea blush, and Kyouya cough and look away.
"Flirt later, looks like Wiz cleared us a path!" Kazuma shouted, and they got up to rush the doors, which many adventurers were in the process of enthusiastically bashing down. '...you'd think WE were the attackers,' Kazuma mentally sweat dropped, before the doors broke.
"We're in! Now let's see if we can't find a way to shut this thing off!" Taylor declared, and the groups split up. Kazuma went with Wiz, Aqua, Cremea, Fio, Kyouya and Taylor's party.
"Machines like this usually have a main control room in here somewhere," Kazuma mused, to which Kyouya and Aqua nodded in agreement.
They spent a couple minutes searching, before Keith shouted, "Guys, I think I found it! There's someone sitting in a chair in here, and the room looks important!"
Kazuma and the group immediately rushed to Keith's position. Sure enough, what looked like a control room was through the doorway Keith had found, and sitting in a chair, partly shrouded in shadow, was a figure. Just... Sitting there. It smelled like a trap, but when Kazuma used the Detect Trap Skill, he got nothing, so he stormed in. "Are you the one who built this thing?" he demanded. "We need you to stop it from bl-" he froze as he got closer, and got a closer look at the person... Or rather, the body. For, sitting in the chair was nothing more than a dried out, mummified corpse.
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