Chapter 115: Pitiful Trap

"It's a wire! A metal one." He said, as Alten quickly dashed over with his ostrich to where Lyrian was. Getting next to the wire, he placed his finger on it, "This is much darker than normal metal... it must be platinum!" He exclaimed, in surprise and awe.

As soon as his finger lay on the barely visible metal wire, a miniature slit opened on the tip of it, and a drop of blood fell almost immediately. As this happened he was taken aback in shock, "Thank god you saw this... Lyrian. It's stupidly sharp, and it's even made of platinum. If we ran straight through, we would have undoubtedly been sliced right in half." Alten heaved a sigh of relief.

"The sun," Lyrain looked up, "I saw it glimmering in the distance because the bright sun was beaming down on it since it was noon. If it hadn't been for that, we would have been screwed."

Leon stopped forward with his ostrich, looking around quickly with his head, "Who the hell would set such a trap up in the first place."