บท 183: Held At Bay

The claws of the tumorous vermin were beginning to peek through the sides, bottom, and top of the door as he commanded all of his strength to keep the door firmly closed, but it was becoming a more difficult task from moment to moment.

Shit…What kind of enemy even is this?! How do we beat something that doesn't have a limit…? He questioned.

While he faced the door, beginning to sweat as he pushed his palms against the flat surface of the door while the squeeks of the vermin reverberated against his ears like a skin-crawling orchestra, Ma-Ri seemed to catch something in her view.

"Jeong-Hui…"

"Yeah–?" He replied through a strained tone.

"Can you hold the door alone, for just a bit?" Ma-Ri looked at him, sweating as well.