[center][b]The Clayman's Finale[/b][/center]

They reached a room that was very familiar to Adeline. One that invoked unpleasant memories. Her feet felt as heavy as lead, but she braced herself and followed closely behind Sonneillon. Aside from the traps, they had not met any resistance so far. If only she hadn't been so stubborn and trusted Sonneillon back then, she didn't have to risk her life.

"I don't like the look of that Ma'am," Maria said. [i]Ma'am?[/i] No matter how she looked, Maria looked far older than herself. [i]Oh, right- I'm more senior in the Library. Wow, that's really something, isn't it?[/i] 

"I uh- yeah. That looks- um- bad. Right?" Adeline said, not knowing what she was trying to say. Her cheeks reddened. "Sonneillon."

The spirit lumbered forward, metal chains shrieking as usual. Was it possible to polish those chains? They were awfully loud.