"Are you alright?" Aurora helped Ron stand up, her face full of concern.
Ron still felt short of breath. He wanted to summon the wind, but at this moment, he couldn't even move a finger. The only reason he was still standing was thanks to Aurora's support.
He could only set aside his embarrassment and lean against her, his eyes cold as he observed the battlefield ahead.
Asta and the others were still fighting the swarm of zombies. Though they were strong and left no openings, the undead seemed endless, as if no matter how many were killed, more would come.
They kept appearing, as though there was no end in sight. Even if Asta's gemstone crystals wiped them out in one sweep, they would reappear moments later—as if every zombie that had ever existed on this ship was now appearing all at once!
Ron couldn't help but think grimly—before them, who else had once stood on this ship?
No one could answer him.
