"I must go help her."
Kamiyagawa attempted to get up once more, exerting all his strength to pick up the Onikiri that had fallen beside him.
But he still couldn't manage it.
He was wrapped in fear, sorrow, anger, and worry, which made him feel scared, sad, confused, troubled, and in pain.
Even though his consciousness had indeed become a bit clearer, his body was totally out of control.
As he struggled, Kamiyagawa heard the voice of the Dream Devouring Tapir.
"Poof."
Little Tapir shakily stood up.
Among Kamiyagawa's comatose allies, he was the first to regain consciousness, and Little Tapir was the second.
It seemed Mary was trying to awaken everyone with her faith.
Little Tapir had just woken up, still unable to understand what had happened, moving its nose weakly and confusedly.
"Puff..."
Then, it heard its master's voice—
"Little Tapir, those emotions! The shock and fear, can you control them? No, you must get them under control!"
