The weeping of the woman in the center of the room escalated from a sorrowful cry to a maddening, echoing shriek.
It was like she could sense them regaining their mental focus and was doing all her evil best to claim it back. Her cries scraped against the inside of their skulls, amplifying the ⸢Despair Aura⸥ radiating from the Revenants.
But Percival pushed through it, telling Lewis what to do as he parried a Vampire's claws and kicked it backward into Mercius's waiting greatsword.
"Listen, Lewis. Focus your senses on the room itself, not the Demons. Where is the demonic mana pooling from?"
Lewis pressed his hands to his temples, his face pale and slick with sweat. He tried to close his eyes, but a Vampire materialized and attacked him, causing him to scream and scurry backwards.
