As Fiona's words fell, the flame on the tip of the tail, still burning in the night rain, had already ignited the Ever-Burning Candle. The two people holding hands, supporting and encouraging each other in the curtain of rain at night, began to run once more.
This time, although false sounds and even false images still appeared in the darkness, they were no longer a threat to them.
However, this time the two encountered something they hadn't faced before. As the third candle was lit, countless black, finger-sized little hands, connected at the tail with slender black lines, reached out from the darkness, reaching into the range of the candle's light.
