The blood-flesh giant before him merely looked down at his hand, as feathers multiplied in number. It wasn't long before a layer of black feathers, resembling a straw cape, covered the blood-flesh giant controlled by Erwin. Erwin merely glanced at his hand and then lifted his head to peer at the phantom hovering mid-air, murmuring,
"Is that how it is..."
"Cough, cough."
Fisher was clutching a High Ring Magic, ready to face two opponents if necessary, but Erwin didn't seem interested in continuing the fight. He glanced at the Ice and Seal on his opponent and then extended a finger wrapped in feathers, saying,
"Rushing to deal with me, so you hurriedly read through all that forbidden knowledge, yet you haven't gone mad, which truly surprises me... I'll give you a little hint, then. Your frail body and will both need some time to adapt to the changes that knowledge brings. You've been hearing hallucinations all along, haven't you?"
