"You think they'll be alright?" Alphonso, who was sitting next to the injured Clarice and was tending to her wounds, asked Harold, who was keeping a lookout for any vehicles that were passing by and could offer them some help.
"What? Gerald and Max?" Harold asked without even turning around. "I don't know."
"Aren't you supposed to say that they'll be fine?" Alphonso asked with a frown on his face.
"I don't know that now, do I?" Harold's face was still turned away from him. "And besides, we don't even know that the plan would even work properly.."
Right then!
A bright light could be seen coming from the corner of the hillside, and Harold's face brightened as he waved his hands at the vehicle that was arriving.
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Grab!
With no resistance from the monster, which had now started to twitch uncontrollably, Noah grabbed hold of the monster's head from behind and tightly gripped it, before pulling it using all his strength.
