"Tap, tap, tap." The anxious footsteps echoed continuously within the empty corridor. The tightly closed doors of the ritual chamber, along with the walls of the corridor, created a semi-enclosed space that amplified the light footsteps, turning them into a wave of noisy clamor by the time they reached one's ears. The door to the ritual chamber wasn't locked; it would open with a gentle push, but none of the people waiting outside dared to push it open. They preferred to wait anxiously outside the door rather than confronting, without any buffer, the person who might emerge from the Door of Mist—or rather, not seeing the Door of Mist allowed them to comfort themselves psychologically. If they kept staring at the Door of Mist and Pannis didn't come out, the ladies would probably be driven mad by anxiety. Of course, even waiting outside the ritual chamber didn't mean that the ladies weren't already on the brink of madness.