"Lame leader!"
Ephraim coughed as he tightened his grip around his chest.
"He's being corrupted!" It was Rolen who had said this. He then ran towards Ephraim and then turned him. Rolen was able to shift Ephraim's green cardigan quickly and then that's where it appeared—a purple-colored stain had spread against the fabric of his cloth.
"This isn't looking good," Rolen exclaimed.
He then opened his grimoire and pressed his palm around Ephraim's chest. Ephraim winced in pain as light emanated from Rolen's hand.
Rolen immediately drew away.
"Grimoire alone wouldn't be able to save him," Rolen exclaimed. "We have to get a priest. Fast. Ruri!"
"I got it!"
Ruri then began to conjure stronger spells.
Samuel tightened his grip around the body of his bow. These physical weapons clearly have no effect on the doll-like robed men.
