Under the dense shadows of the trees, everyone was still in a state of severe confusion.
And after hearing what Oliver said, all eyes turned toward him at the exact same moment.
But he wasn't paying attention to any of them.
He was still chasing Aria with a flood of questions, stepping forward then backwards, waving his hands while trying every possible way to drag an answer out of her, while she acted as if he didn't exist.
Despite the initial shock, it didn't take them long to begin absorbing the idea.
They had seen the masked man face the Great Autumn Spirit alone and force it to retreat.
Inside, the idea that he could kill another mythical creature of lesser rank than the Great Autumn Spirit felt possible.
It wasn't comforting or reassuring, but it was somewhat logical.
At the edge of the group, Allen had sat down against the trunk of a tree, breathing deeply, as if trying to organize the chaos in his mind.
