In order to avoid dying a miserable death due to his own bad luck, Palmer, who never usually carried supplies, had prepared a few in advance. As expected, from the moment he set foot on the Paradise, disaster struck without pause.
"Just to be clear, I'm not afraid of dying, I just need a little replenishment."
Palmer hesitated at the gap, casually explaining to Geoffrey, then turned to look at Duwa, that bastard had been hiding in the back since the battle started... well, him joining the fight wouldn't be of much help anyway.
Then Palmer glanced at Ewen and Cinderella, those unfortunate souls who stumbled into the conflict. Their faces were pale. Palmer's gust wasn't enough to kill the Condensers, but it nearly suffocated these two ordinary humans in the deadly wind speed of hundreds of kilometers, almost taking their lives.
Ewen panted heavily, and the lack of oxygen filled his vision with all sorts of hallucinations, and auditory illusions intensified in his ears.
