In the Guest Room
Is she still alive? Is her injury severe? Why didn't she leave the sewers?
Several thoughts flashed through Klein's mind in an instant, but the Dream Divination had already shown all the scenes. The gray fog shrouded the area once again, and he returned to the Fool's palace.
Since the situation in the Physical World had already been determined, Klein did not delay any longer. He immediately returned to his body, recalled the distribution of the surrounding sewers in his mind, and quickly pinpointed the location where he had just seen Angel. Then, he cautiously detoured around the place where the Desire Apostle had died, avoiding the official Beyonders who were "collecting the body" for him, and arrived at that spot with silent steps.
Before crossing the final corner, Klein smelled a rich stench of blood. There was no wind in the sewers, so a scent that could drift so far must have taken quite some time to travel. He quickened his pace and pushed forward, rounding the corner to reach the end of the secluded, gloomy passage.
In the darkness, Klein, lacking night vision, could not clearly see his surroundings. He could only rely on a sliver of light filtering in from a distant exit to barely make out a somewhat petite figure curled up in the corner.
Whoosh—
Klein pulled out a few matches and flicked them, igniting them mid-air. Utilizing the fleeting light, he clearly saw the crystal-clear ice blocks scattered on the ground. The faint firelight they refracted illuminated inch-by-inch shattered invisible threads.
Amidst these ice blocks, Angel's pale face, highlighted by dried bloodstains, appeared before Klein, causing a pang in his chest.
"An... Irene, how are you?"
Before the firelight dissipated, he walked a few steps closer to Angel's side, first