"Erwin?"
"What Erwin... Oh, that mad Schwali? I almost forgot about her."
Upon hearing Fisher's confusion, Emhardt turned his head slightly, peered out a bit from the shadow of Fisher's hand, and looked over to the mass of flesh he was studying.
He saw the deformed flesh constantly drawing in the "Fallen Self" produced by the silver space around it. But these functions were not the main point; the main point was that Fisher felt an aura of chaos from this flesh.
Back when Fisher hadn't read so many Completion Manuals and his Rank wasn't as high, he couldn't identify what an aura of chaos was. At most, he felt scalp numb when seeing certain things, with a risk of descending into madness.
But times have changed; familiar with chaos himself, he entered Mythical Rank, and has entangled with Erwin for almost half a year, chasing from Saint Nali all the way to Frost Snow Phoenix Tree. How could he not recognize the chaos inherent in life?
