XXXVI.II Imaginary Number
A loud bang echoed between us as the rifle discharged a shot as soon as I let go of it. Understandably, I was shocked as fuck as I stood frozen with my ears still ringing. In front of me, Lace looked... unsurprised as she sighed in resignation?

Did this happen often even back then?

"As I was about to say, don't let go of the trigger rune if you had it charged," the older woman shook her head as she relieved me of my weapon, the muzzle still smoking despite the lack of gunpowder. Curious, but I won't question it anymore. "How did you even not notice that? It was already primed and glowing even before you moved to give it back to me."

My jaw remained agape as I felt my mind still rebooting itself from the shock of the explosive shot. Processing Lace's question at the speed of a dial-up connection, I smacked my lips together as my consciousness finall
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