บท 76: Teamwork

Ginevra turned towards the doors. "I can melt the locks if you share some mana with me."

"Easily, Gin." Cael glanced around, trying to sense the correct direction. He felt a cluster of mana behind the left door. "Do this one."

He put a palm on her shoulder, and without wasting words, Ginevra chanted the spell. It wasn't one Cael heard before, and he scrupulously put it to memory.

"<The power of the forge at my fingertips, I command the metal to bend and twist. Yield to my power, o' steely form.>"

Ginevra's hand pulsed with magic when she finished reading. She put a finger to the keyhole of the door, and a couple seconds later Cael felt the smell of singed wood fill the air. But nothing burned, thankfully. Instead, the lock grew first red, then white, and then flowed to the floor.

Ginevra put the hand away and pushed the door open before metal would cool down and block it again.