Helen had originally planned to use Iverson, the little giant with his indestructible "Coagulated Flame Light Sword," to cut down the heavy, thick doors of the Bartheby underground prison. Even if the prison door was twice as thick, the metal locks could be cut through, but when it came to the actual task, Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon, let out a chuckle, raised his hand gently, and from the twenty-four-inch-thick iron door came the "crack crack" sound of turning locks. Then the massive prison door automatically opened, faster than if the jailer themselves were opening it.
By now, it was morning, and the desert sun had already become dazzling.
The Mainz archers were conducting basic training in the drill field, their officers' commands fervent and loud.