Ten minutes after the battle erupted.
The third basement level inside the mall.
Mr. Funakoshi had barely made it this far, with several injuries on his body, while the two exorcists who were acting with him had long since disappeared.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Funakoshi's hand drum was like a butterfly in flight, rotating around him, flipping up and down.
Yet it emitted a dense drumming sound.
Although many of the Dream Devouring Tapirs in the mall had been lured away by Kamiya and the others, the number of enemies remaining inside was not to be underestimated.
The Dream Devouring Tapirs trying to block the way would tremble rhythmically in their bodies to the drumbeats, those that were close turned into dark debris, falling to the ground and converging in a flow.
Wherever Funakoshi's gaze fell, there was only darkness.
He was still holding on.
"It's right here, almost there, almost there."