A Helping Wish

There was no escape.

Serah's speed as she descended was well matched by the encroaching darkness that was closing in on her.

She couldn't turn back either, since the nineteen hands from above were rapidly descending to catch up to her as well.

The way it looked, her forefront and behind were already danger zones.

'What about my flanks?!'

Those were not even options at this point. All nineteen variants of Legris had specifically divided themselves into two groups, occupying her left and right flanks. Not only that, but they also had one hand free, and those hands were pointing at her.

Darkness flickered around them, and it was clear that any move in their direction would lead to injury.

Anywhere she decided to go would result in damage, so Serah found herself with only one solution.

… Choosing the direction that dealt the least harm.