It was more fragile than even the most fragile scenario I'd imagined.
The Black Cat could not help shaking his head, then stuffed another dried little fish into his mouth. He had reason to suspect that this dried fish he had eaten would probably be more terrifying than a primeval behemoth in Yan Hua's world.
"It isn't that simple... Dean of the Edge."
The councilor of Beta Town wore an expression that looked half like crying and half like laughing, and for once had the courage to contradict a Legendary Wizard.
The Black Cat blinked.
He looked at the little paper figure again.
It had absolutely shattered, like a thin sheet of ice falling onto hard Tierkin and breaking into countless tiny motes of dust, or like a small firework bursting in the night sky, its golden sparks drifting slowly down through the air before dispersing without leaving a trace of ash behind.
In the Mirage Shadow.
Qian Zi'ang's shock was no less than the Black Cat's.
He stared blankly at the small scorched mark on the floor—this probably counted as the last trace left by that paper figure—but did not immediately go closer to investigate. Instead, he flipped through the ancient scroll at once, wanting to find out what this strange life-form was.
At the same time, he reached out and brought the Photo-capturing Flower, which was a little farther away, back to his side and started recording.
"—This formation on the remnant scroll really is wicked."
Qian Zi'ang pinched the ancient book between his fingers and flipped through it rapidly, speaking just as quickly. "Although I already went through this book many times and confirmed that it never recorded this sort of thing that shatters at a touch... and it doesn't look dangerous either... it still makes me