Meanwhile, in the distance, Fisher, wielding his Fluid Sword and chopping through the blood tendrils that kept attacking from all sides, glanced in Balzac's direction. After confirming the others were evacuating the hotel, he changed direction without hesitation and hurried upstairs. Erwin was targeting Valentina, or more specifically, the Seals she treasured. He had to get back to her side as quickly as possible.
"Where are you going, Fisher?"
Erwin's voice, shadowing him like an echo, reached him from behind. Fisher couldn't tell if what he heard was an illusion or reality, but he stopped dead in his tracks anyway, because the blood tendrils from beneath the floor had begun wildly growing again, filling up the space of the staircase connecting the first and second floors, and even shattering the upper floors.
"Be careful, Miss!"
