The swollen balloons, already rotting, deflated and withered as they hit the ground, turning to ash.
The balloons in the sky, sickly in appearance, now sluggishly turned their heads to look down at Kamiya on the ground.
They, or rather the "collective consciousness" behind these balloons, recognized the mosaic-figure below.
Wasn't this thing, neither living nor a Strange Tale, blown up yesterday?
Why is there another one?
The weakened head balloons seemed hesitant and fearful, and after a moment of indecision, they chose not to dive down as they had before.
Moreover, since Kamiyagawa was wearing the Ghost's Leather Coat, they were unable to change faces.
"Wuu, wuu."
The balloons in the air started to weep, their voices full of pain and woe, then slowly gathered together to form the big head.
The floating giant head made its appearance.
It was evidently suffering from a serious affliction as well.