Ten minutes earlier…
"Gah! Dammit! There are too many of them, Ino!" Dion yelled, spinning his spear before driving the tip into the ground. "Push!"
Then, as if a silent, massive shockwave had detonated from his core, the numerous ghouls surrounding him were violently hurled backward, clearing a momentary sphere of space.
Dion leaned against his spear panting heavily in exhaustion. Then he tiredly whipped his head around toward the direction Cedric and Celeste were.
However, no matter how he strained, all he could see were countless ghouls rushing him. A solid wall of monsters was closing in where his allies should have been.
"Are they dead?" He muttered in feverish desperation after he couldn't find them, hoping that was not the case.
But right then, Ino's panicked voice yelled in his head. 'What does it matter if they are dead?! We cannot afford to think of anyone else besides us right now, so focus, and let's keep going north!'~~
