Ghost Stories

And then? He smacked down while using [A Gentle Touch]. A moment later, Di Tou retracted his hand carefully and couldn't help but stare at the result in awe. Although he had to an extent expected such a thing, actually seeing it was still shocking. The stone plate, like each other time, looked like a hand print had been carved out of it, remaining just as thick as normal on the edges but becoming no thicker than a cicada's wing at its thinnest where the print was shaped.

Below it, the small platform remained in the same state, slightly strained but not yet collapsed. Lightly pressing a finger down, Di Tou pushed at the indent inside of the stone plate, and additional weight pushed the structure over its edge, and the small hollow platform collapsed in on itself.