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Before they had even met the "Dark Angel," their strongest member, the Red Angel, had already been injured, and the Oracle seemed to have suffered some mental damage as well. Colin could only feel a headache coming on, unsure whether this expedition could still proceed smoothly.
"Are you really all right?" Colin asked politely once more.
With the Oracle in this state, never mind exploring-if he suddenly did something like that in battle, he would probably give his own companions quite a fright.
"I'm fine. I'm just worked up. I haven't reached the point where I can't tell friend from foe."
Klein covered the normal half of his face with one hand, preventing the corner of his mouth from stretching all the way to his ear. After spending a few seconds getting his emotions somewhat under control, he straightened up and smiled as he took a sheet of white paper from his pocket and folded it into a "plane."
Whoosh. He blew a breath at the paper plane's nose, swung his arm, and threw it toward the clouds swallowed by that deep darkness.
At the same time, the glove on his left palm became covered in slippery fish scales.
Seeing this, Colin Iliad, who had still been somewhat puzzled, nodded slightly and turned his gaze toward the folded paper aircraft.
A fierce wind immediately rose, carrying the paper plane forward for several seconds.
Then it abruptly dissipated, and the paper plane plunged like a stone into the dark clouds without stirring so much as a ripple.
"Looks like flying won't work." Klein half turned and smiled at Colin and the others.
Medici folded his arms, seemingly unsurprised by this. "We are right in front of that fellow, after all. No shortcuts will work. We can only walk over, one