No wonder, no wonder Elliog said Paimon had a good relationship with the Angel, so this is the reason...
Hiss...
While brainstorming, Fisher clutched the wound on his side, his face pale from the pain.
Since entering the Mythical Species, the fusion of body and soul had brought substantial progress in quality. However, conversely, once he suffered a serious injury, it would also cause pain to the soul. Moreover, his own Mythical Rank was particularly special, affected by the interference of Chaos.
Thus, at this moment, as the whispers rose continuously in his mind, his body began to irregularly writhe and undulate.
"Fisher, are you alright?!"
At this moment, Emhardt, who was brought back by this special time travel, finally felt a little better. He inhaled, drawing the golden words from his mouth back into his body, and then the sound of pages rapidly turning echoed inside the book.
