Grey arrived, the other children following behind him. Surprisingly, not a single one of them had died, even though many looked frightened when they were falling from the sky.
Except for the Professor, all of them had scars that had darkened, as if they were also suffering from corruption. The only difference was that their scars were much lighter than Elias's.
"Huh! Ah, yeah." The Painter was trying to comprehend the meaning behind Elias's words when Grey brought him out of his daze. He stopped thinking about it for now, leaving it for later when he had more peace to meditate and think about it more.
"Is that all of them?" he asked Grey, observing the children behind him. "Did you tell them about the corruption?"
"Isn't that your responsibility?" Grey shrugged, and stepped back, standing with his back resting against a tree as if he was nothing more than a spectator.