This was a dilemma, for sure.

Meanwhile…

Heliot's lips curved down, displeased at the situation he was in. Because of Claude, Heliot couldn't hurt the monsters attacking him from all directions. The only way he could survive through all this was by unleashing power, and this didn't sit well with him.

Fighting with the intention of killing was easier. After all, Heliot's ability was destructive enough to wipe out an entire town in one swoop. However, the situation right now didn't require bloodshed. Controlling his power took a lot of energy. Hence, Heliot was growing irritated with every passing second. 

As Heliot was creating little dust devils to control the undead coming at them, a light suddenly appeared above one of the whirlwinds. Heliot narrowed his eyes, almost shutting them as the light turned blinding until it exploded upon landing in the whirlwind.