Siderius sat right up from his position, his right hand grabbed at the assassin's knife tucked in his belt and drew it.
The door to the room had been smashed away and there were a group of ghouls standing outside the corridor. They were trying to get in.
Two of the ghouls jumped into the barrier only to be repulsed back by it. A bright spark of yellow flame burst out and lingered on their limbs, burning the ghouls' skin.
The ghouls were intelligent enough to wipe off the flame and extinguish it. However, they were still dumb enough to keep bashing into the barrier.
"Damn it! I need my swords!" Bas was at the edge of the barrier, holding a chair and was ready to smash anything that could go through the barrier.
"Are you sure this thing can hold all of them off?" Bas shouted.
The noise woke up Quinlan as well. His fever had subsided and he dragged his body up.
