Sebas - Punches through an iron door

“I’m not very good at picking locks... No way around it. I’ll have to pick it my way,” Sebas murmured with chagrin and low-ered his hips. He drew his right hand back, formed a striking edge with it, and held his left hand forward. It was a collected posture with a core as solid as the trunk of a thousand-year cedar.

“Hup!”

What happened next seemed impossible.

His arm pierced through the iron door—through a hinge, at that. No, that still wasn’t all. It thrust farther and farther in, scraping along the wood and metal.

The hinge gave a scream and bid farewell to the wall.

Sebas casually opened the door that had lost all means of resistance.

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Volume 5, Chapter 5.1