Bang—
That frail figure crashed heavily to the ground in front of Klein.
His heart seemed to fall with her, sinking into the abyss.
Only when Angel slowly climbed to her feet amid the rising dust and staggered toward him did he finally let out a breath of relief and once again feel the agonizing pain in his left arm.
Didn't she have the "Feather Fall" ability? How had she fallen straight down from such a height?
Klein wondered why she had not used the Assassin's Feather Fall ability to descend slowly, instead dropping like a free-falling object. Fortunately, the stone slabs on the ground had been blown apart by the bombs, leaving mostly soft earth. Otherwise, a fall from over ten meters up would have cost even a Beyonder half their life.
But once he clearly saw Angel's injuries, Klein's newly eased heart rose into his throat again.
Her face was covered in blood and dust. Her light-colored dress, which should have been delicate and proper, was now full of tears and stains of blood and grime, dyed a muddy brown. The wound across her abdomen was still seeping blood, continuing to soak her gown.
Her right arm below the elbow had turned completely charred black. Her palm no longer resembled its original shape, as if all five fingers had melted together.
That fall had also dealt her considerable damage. Angel's left shoulder twisted at an unnatural angle, her entire left arm hanging limply by her side. Her steps were unsteady, and she had to pause every few paces.
Only her violet eyes remained clear.
"Where's your hand? I'll see if I can reattach it. Hurry, the pocket watch's time is almost up."
Angel's voice came hoarsely, completely unlike usual.
Klein's lips moved, but he did not know what