"We have to hurry," Asgard whispered. He rushed to the wall and placed both palms on it, pushing with all his might and hoping that it would budge.
"Huh?"
Anna was lost for words; she really thought that he'd just placed his palm on the scratch sign, and it'd probably display some eerie combination of lights before the magical door opened, but this? This was unexpected.
"Can I help?" She asked, seeing that it was the only thing she could do at the moment before the intruders breaks in.
"Sure." Asgard nodded, and Anna joined in, but neither of them could push the wall back, not even by a centimetre.
"It's my wound," Asgard sighed in frustration. The walls were designed for even the weakest of demigod's strength.
"Can't you just heal it?" Anna asked, and Asgard turned to her with raised brows.
