Incoming

They finally came closer to the threshold.

It had been hour since the enemies strike them, but it felt like forever for them. Nevertheless, they didn’t seem to be tired. In fact, they’re fired up as ever. It is already a given for them to raised their guard. They can’t be easily reassured that there are no more incoming attacks.

Mr. Funny Man had already made it clear to them, they have to remained on guard at all time. Alastor was never the man who sleeps with his back against the wall. He’s prepared to carry on regardless the pain that jolted around his ribcage.

His face contorted in pain.

Out of the sudden, the door swung uselessly open. Caroline struggled to maintain the door open as the wind had flushed in her face. Her belongings were shaken. She carried a bandage as she sees Alastor flinching in pain.

“Hey, Al. Y-you, okay? Are you hurt? I—”

“Princess, please, do us a favor, get inside NOW.”