In the walls of the throne room, four figures were tied up as they drowsily opened their eyes. A moment later, their eyes widened as soon as they woke up, remembering something.
"Elise...!" Thoma shouted, worry filling his voice. He moved his body, vehemently struggling against the tight rope tying them up. "Sophia...!"
"I'm fine, dumbo." Elise commented, sighing. "Rather than that..."
She looked at the ropes tying their bodies, her face scrunching up to a grim expression.
"Falheinm's Ropes..." Sophia muttered filled with shock as she stared at the lustrous, shining ropes that binded their bodies.
The Falheinm Ropes were... in basic description; magical ropes. But that was simply an understatement of its prowess. It was a rope that can grasp onto anything; whether incorporeal and corporeal. And perhaps, it's most formidable use...