"So you call this 'fine'?"
Ariel's surprise sounded rather odd at first. After all, this heap of flesh was barely still human-shaped.
If I hadn't managed to patch myself up in time, even communicating would've been a problem.
But I could understand why he'd said that. I could clearly see that Ariel was riddled with wounds, too.
That Bloodblade Bloom just now had apparently inflicted friendly fire.
And considering "Ariel" had been in much better shape than I was to begin with, that attack had clearly taken a bigger chunk out of his health bar than mine.
If I weren't effectively in the Lone King's presence right now, healing rapidly, it would be questionable whether I could still be sitting here.
As for Ariel's question—"Why is this happening?"
Hmph. Haven't you heard that ignorance is no excuse?
With my Supernatural Perception at zero, there were certainly plenty of things this brain of mine couldn't do easily.
But there were pros and cons. Don't forget that it also granted me certain immunities, like resistance to mental influence.
The Native Council had most likely used Crow Feather to ambush me. I'd leaned toward that conclusion ever since I saw that Stand User.
In keeping with my usual scientific curiosity, I'd taken the time to understand Crow Feather's condition.
He'd never appeared in physical form, and he wasn't even a ghost. He seemed to be a conceptual being who existed only in human perception.
Just like back in Dunis. He'd been able to appear there and cure my Blood God Curse because Weihle "believed" he had appeared.
Strange and unfathomable, he could act without anyone noticing.
But no matter how things changed, certain principles stayed the same. One crucial point was that if that was how he worked, then whether he healed or