225 225. A Rare Demon

Sylvester couldn't waste more time, so he hurriedly entered the mist. Once again, he used the hymns to make a halo and put a solidified light helmet around his head that allowed him to see. Miraj was with him, too, watching his back carefully. 

He arrived at the exact location where the army of Inquisitors was frozen and started tying the ropes around the legs after putting them down. They were more like statues on the stage, so it was easy to pull them. 

He repeated the process in haste since he didn't want to attract any attention from the demon. 

"Pl-ease… he-lp." 

"M-mom-my?"

Miraj looked left and right in wonder, his hair standing erect in alertness. "Meow?" 

Sylvester also stopped and prepared himself to react to any sudden attack. "What was that? I felt as if someone spoke directly into my ear." 

"Me too, Maxy. Hey, whoever you are, don't disturb us!" Miraj shouted openly. 

"K-Kit-ty… pl-ay… ussss…"