The Privious chapters are all Fixed.
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Zich stayed still while the ring tightened. His eyes moved once across the square, and his hand rested near the side where the spatial bag hung. The undead did not swarm him at random because each group kept sliding toward his backpack like it was the center of the fight.
Helen raised her staff and drew a careful breath. Her eyes tracked the formations, and her shoulders stiffened when she noticed the same push toward his backpack every time. She did not swing yet because she was watching intent instead of motion.
"They're not trying to tear us apart," she said. "They're trying to get to the stones."
"That's obvious," he muttered under his breath.
Then an idea struck him.
Without hesitation, he pulled out a normal monster core and tossed it across the square. It bounced once, slid near a broken stall, and stayed there without drawing any attention from the undead.
