The Dread
"C'mon!" Everett called, beginning to move in the opposite direction with the unconscious Dragonheart in his arms, waving for Yuna and Melisande to follow.
There was clear hesitance in Melisande as she looked towards Asher, but deep down inside, she knew her stay would only prove to be a demerit to the one willing to risk his life, opting to swallow her pride and turn the other way.
"You better not die–!" Melisande called out.
As the three ran in the opposite way, ducking behind the treeline, for once, a smile crept on Asher's lips as he looked down at the hand that gripped around the handle of his weapon. They were trembling; his fingertips were uneasy, though it was something obvious to him–an inevitability in the face of what he stood tall against.
It felt like there would never have been enough time to prepare himself as he watched 'it' begin to walk out from the broken seal, stepping out slowly.