He dragged the corpses away, then carefully scraped off the dried bloodstains. He looked at the closed door before him, feeling both hesitant and expectant.
Without a doubt, the two sides must have been fighting over something behind the door, one attacking, while the other defending. He just didn't know whether the door concealed a pathway to escape or some hidden treasure.
(Let's get to work. We've already come this far. It would be a real regret to die because of a fear of some danger.)
Convinced that he would not live much longer and might as well take a gamble, Newman took the hilt from the side of his exoskeleton armor and infused it with his own Magic Power. With a 'buzz,' a stream of azure surged forth as the Light Saber instantly materialized.
He held the hilt and slowly cut through the door. The molten metal liquid and strange fumes filled the air—if it weren't for his top-grade protective suit, he might have been poisoned to death on the spot.