"Ange?" Negris called out hesitantly.
The Minor Source Body slowly turned its head, its gaze landing on Negris and pausing for a moment before nodding, seemingly far slower than usual.
"What's going on? Why did you project your will into this body? Are you feeling okay?" Negris asked.
Ange's reaction was sluggish. It took a full three or four seconds for him to respond. He shook his head as he struggled to stand up from the ground.
Slowly raising his hands to inspect them, lowering his head to look down, lifting his foot—then immediately losing balance and falling.
Anthony tried to help him but was instead forced into an awkward split as he underestimated the overwhelming weight of the Minor Source Body. He nearly got crushed beneath Ange.
The mighty Pope, relying only on his strength, couldn't hold up this Minor Source Body. And with Ange projecting into the body, he couldn't borrow Ange's power, leaving him helpless.
