Elish walked closer to the groups, hands in his pockets, with a casual stride. The sea of blood was of no concern to him since his attire was immune to stains anyway.
"Looks like the final players for the last act are all here," he announced to them.
"S-Sir Li Shel!!! You're here!!! It's me, do you remember? Your loyal servant Zeke," Zeke shouted, waving at him excitedly.
He had a look of relief on his face, confident of his presence which ensured his security against the Apostle.
The Apostle continued to gaze at him, unable to properly render a statement.
Her mind was probably still processing how he existed, or if he existed in the first place. She could only think harder.
Finally, she spoke.
"Just what, what are you?" she asked him with a glare, her hands trembling as she made a sword appear in her hand and took a defensive stance.
A perfect reaction in the face of something impossible.
