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One left. She turned, her chest heaving, her knuckles bleeding beneath the crumbling stone armor. The third monster had stopped at the edge of the mud trap. It looked at its dead companions, then looked at the human woman standing amidst the gore. It didn't charge. The chaotic purple light in its eyes began to pulse with a blinding, erratic intensity. The veins on its grey scalp bulged, glowing with toxic, unstable mana. This was no mere brawler. This was a Mana-Ghoul—a creature whose internal magic was so volatile and broken that it was essentially a living bomb.

I closed my eyes and began to breathe through the pain, hoping that with just a few moments of rest I could continue this seemingly never-ending hallway. Once again, I found myself floating away, but this time when I landed in the hospital room I didn't panic. I looked out the window and saw that it was dark outside, darker than normal from what I could tell. When I got close, I could see that someone had turned off the outside lights. But even without it, the outlines and shadows of people mulling around outside were still visible. They didn't look like they were moving as Soul Eaters had been. Soul eaters, it was amazing how the idea of that didn't seem so ridiculous or alarming now.