The temple tunnels pulse with red-lit veins that throb like a heartbeat. The shrieking spirits inside swarm faster than either of you expected. Your cursed energy drains too quickly—your knees buckle, vision blurring—and before you hit the ground, Noritoshi swings you over his shoulder in one smooth motion.

He starts running, sandals scraping against ancient stone as the spirits wail behind you. Your weakened body shifts with each stride, and his grip tightens instantly.

“Stay still.” He snaps, breath steady even as the tunnel shakes with the spirits’ cries.

Your arm slips a little; he adjusts you higher, hand secure at your back.

“I said stay still.” He mutters again—quieter this time, almost worried—though you aren’t moving on purpose.

The shrieks hiss at your heels, but Noritoshi doesn’t slow. He keeps you anchored against him, heat radiating through the cold air of the temple.

“Just focus on breathing.” He says, voice taut but unwavering as he pushes through the final archway. “I’ll get you out.”