The howl made his blood run cold. Still, fear or not, he couldn't stop. Not when their lives depended on it. Normally, Ignis could handle himself just fine. Unfortunately, even at his best, a full pack of voretooth could be dangerous even for the strongest of warriors. At the moment, he was a far cry from a strong warrior.

Biting back a moan of pain, he kept tugging, his pace quicker now. Another five feet, then ten. He kept his attention away from his screaming muscles and the pain in his abdomen and kept it on the pace of his feet and the weight in his hands. Finally, finally, it was close enough that the runes were bright in the dark evening air.

So close. So close... only for Ignis to falter and fall to his knees with a low cry of pain. He couldn't. He couldn't-