Chapter 21

Oboro's face had an indiscernible expression as he looked at us, his blue orbs had a pang of confusion, wonder and amazement.

"Quirks are superhuman abilities that people can possess through their genes. My quirk allows me to temporarily erase people's quirks while Shinso can brainwash people with his, we recently figured out that Isaac has a quirk of his own, but we don't really know what it is, because it only opened a portal which brought us here-"

Aizawa instantly shut up like a clam, surprised and annoyed that his usually rational and collected self just spit up that information. Oboro's eyes flickered with amazement as he started to press us. 

"Wormhole, so you guys aren't from here?"

We all awkwardly nodded as Oboro let out a little squeal of excitement. 

"Tell me, what's your home place like?"

Shinso gulped heavily.

"Well, it's a lot more advanced than here, and you don't need a bird to transport information from one place to the other."

Oboro simply laughed softly.

"We stopped using birds ever since the previously established Church of Saints invented the printing press, and don't get me started on how revolutionary that was."

"Why did you say previously established?"

I inquired, sipping my water.

"Well, The Church of Saints converted into Seraphis Kingdom, where we live now."

The room fell silent again as we thought of questions to ask Oboro, until one popped into my head regarding the previously explained Routeways.

"Well, how did you access those abilities if you don't have quirks, and how did you find them to begin with?"

Oboro fell silent, after a few moments he laughed self-deprecatingly.

"To be honest, I don't know how we found out about these Routeways, but all we know is that it was thousands of years ago in the chaos era."

"Chaos era?"

Aizawa asked, sipping his beer.

"Yeah, the chaos era was a point in time where us humans were all alone, without the power and assistance of angels and gods."

Shinso almost choked on his water before he spit what was left onto the table accidentally. 

"G-gods, here?"

Oboro nodded gently, before standing up and walking towards the pile of books on his bed, pushing them aside and opening the drawer under them, before taking out a yellow, worn piece of paper. 

He then walked back to the table and sat down, placing the paper onto the table for all of us to see. It was an oil painting of a tall figure wearing black and red battle armor, 2 pairs of black wings were fit on his head like a crown.

"This was one of the angels from over 1,000 years ago, the angel of destruction, Khorvath."

That name echoed through my mind, it sounded so weird yet so familiar, but I just shrugged it off. 

"And he actually killed humanity for unknown reasons, most think it was out of rage, while others think it was an accident. But we're back and strong now."

Aizawa leaned in and gazed at the drawing with a neutral expression, before looking back up at Oboro.

"An angel?"

Oboro met Aizawa's gaze as he stammered.

"I would love to talk more about our strange history, but our known records are bleak."

I nodded, leaning back in my chair and staring into the ceiling, but it wasn't long until Aizawa spoke up again.

"We should get some rest, it's quite late after all."

Aizawa declared as he stood up, taking his dishes and putting them into the sink, he looked towards us and signaled us to do the same. We all stood up before walking towards the sink together and put out dishes in the sink.

"I'll wash them in the morning."

Oboro said with a yawn, before walking over to the closet across from his bed before pulling out a pair of sleepwear.

"I'll be right back."

He said before he stepped out into the hallway. We all sat down on the tiny couch across from the fireplace waiting for Oboro to remerge, the room now completely silent. But after a good 5 minutes he emerged in his sleepwear before approaching the overhead light and pulling the cord, creating a veil of darkness in the room.

"Sleep tight you guys."

He whispered, getting into his creaky bed, tiny lines of light shone through the curtain, making the room not entirely dark, but enough for one to close their eyes and not have some random images flash past their eyelids.

"Good night..."

I mumbled as I closed my eyes, exhausted, before falling into a deep slumber.