Melchior appeared in the Fallen Angel Space after deeply circulating his energy. And at his fingertips… lay the familiar silver-haired man. Could he even be called a man though?
Aster was nearly destroyed from head to toe. All of his limbs were crushed beyond recognition and his torso was dented from the hailstorm that Melchior summoned earlier.
The boy watched on carefully, and gradually, the adrenaline of everything began to wear off.
He collapsed to the ground and put a hand forward, letting the feathers fall and stack up on it. He wasn't sure how exactly he had pulled it off, but he had somehow managed to deal with such a powerful opponent.
Was it luck? Yes. Was it skill? Yes, as well.
All in all, it was just generally surprising. Even more surprising was the fact that there was another living, breathing human in the Fallen Angel Space at the same time as he was.
