342 The Western Hallway: Part 2

After a minute of constant spells and dead demon squadrons, Olpi frowned and said in between deep breaths: "I haven't seen a shaman in a...in a while."

"Neither have I," Menla replied, hands on her knees. "Does your head hurt as much as mine does?"

Olpi sighed and shook her head: "I don't know. I'm just tired."

Another minute passed.

"Is there something in your eye?" Menla asked.

"Yeah, something like that," Olpi said as she rubbed her eyes again, ignoring the burning sensation on her eyelids. Through a near window, she saw pale humanoids fly into the night sky. 'Are those Undead? No. I must be imagining things.'

More demons rounded the corner, a never-ending tide of ants. She let her sore arms hang by her sides and tried to form another magic circle, which vanished as soon as it formed.