The originally sturdy door trembled and groaned amidst the dense pounding, appearing extremely fragile. Just as the door was on the verge of collapsing—
"Urgent like a law!"
A sharp shout pierced through the corridor like a spear, clearly reaching the Matsumotos' ears.
A blazing orange-red line of fire shot from the end of the corridor, expanding in the air into a spinning flame sigil, accurately striking the twisted figures gathered at the Matsumoto's doorstep!
Boom—!
The sigil exploded, erupting with a scorching blast wave, and the purifying power within the orange-red flames devoured the figures in front. Inhuman, shrill screams immediately echoed through the corridor, and the air filled with the stench of burning flesh.
The chaotic sound of frenzied pounding on the door abruptly stopped.
Outside the door, a different sound emerged.
Steady yet swift footsteps, along with a young man's tense but determined voice, "Mr. Nagatomo, the left side is mine!"
