Although their condition was worrying, Elina and Brother Coat were indeed still alive, which undoubtedly proved that Fu Qian hadn't been lying.
Unfortunately, even with reinforcements before them, neither of the two said a word for a while, leaving the atmosphere strangely awkward.
"Montes?"
In the end, Sybill was still the first to speak, trying to get Brother Coat's attention where he lay on the ground.
But compared to before, her expression and tone had changed dramatically. She had already regained that ethereal, holy air, her voice full of lofty grandeur.
She sure could switch back and forth at lightning speed!
"He's regained some ability to move, and those strange feathers haven't appeared again."
As Fu Qian mused, Montes, whose face was paralyzed on one side, replied mildly, showing no sign of pain.
Clearly, he had seen the feather in Sybill's hand, which was why he had specifically mentioned it.
After explaining his condition, he pointed to the side.
"But Elina's in bad shape. She may need help."
"Take care of him."
Sybill nodded and gave the order to several people beside her, then walked over to Elina and called out to her.
"Elina?"
Unfortunately, even when summoned by a demigod leader, Elina barely reacted. She only looked up, her gaze completely unfocused.
Her condition had stabilized somewhat, but her will seemed to have been affected quite severely.
As Sybill carefully examined her from head to toe, Fu Qian silently commented from the side.
In the time since they had entered, those bizarre patterns hadn't reappeared on Elina, and her aura had grown much steadier.
At the same time, however, she had become even more dazed.
The darkened saintess from before had nearly become an inflatable doll by now.
So far, everyone here had been affected by the mirror, but