Ramza had set aside the helmet at Lady Ashelia’s request, and as the monster barreled into the room, he tucked the diary away into his armor and drew forth his sword.

“Ready yourselves to run,” Ramza called, already moving forward to place himself between his allies and the enemy at the doorway. “They are sluggish when they wake, but that shall not last long!” He gave one of the malboro’s seeking tentacles a slash with his sword, then ducked to the side, hoping the monster would follow him and clear a path for his friends to get through the door.

He had faith in his party’s strength to defeat such a beast, but there were more enemies gathering, and if they did not escape quickly, they would not at all.