When Angel opened her eyes, which she had closed without realizing it, she found herself back in the chamber beneath the endlessly turning Flesh Mill.
Creak, creak. The sound of a rusted machine turning reached her ears. The name "Ouroboros," written in ancient Hermes Script, still lingered in her vision. Angel shuddered before finally recovering from the fright.
"If my experience is anything like Anderson's, and seeing the 'handwriting' of Ouroboros, the 'Angel of Fate' and the 'Tail Devourer,' has brought me bad luck, then staying here could be dangerous..."
Angel murmured to herself. She lowered her head and quickly memorized the intricate patterns on the floor, then used Black Flame to burn everything in the chamber. The remaining scraps of flesh went with it, along with every trace of her visit.
After taking precautions against divination, she carefully used Black Flame and Flaming Jump to pass through the collapsed passage and return to the surface.
The sky outside the mill was still pitch-black. Unlike the Forsaken Land of the Gods, though, the Crimson Moon and scattered stars shone as they should. A dark cloud drifted across half the moon, casting the village below into deeper shadow.
Only then was Angel certain she had left the land the gods had abandoned, a place that had spent a thousand years in darkness, and returned to Sona Island in the Berserk Sea.
"Thank you, Mr. Fool. With this information, I'm sure 'I' can survive the danger and leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods safely."
Seated in her place beside the long bronze table, Angel bowed her head to the Fool, who sat at its head with his entire body concealed behind the gray fog, and thanked him.
After leaving the mill, Angel had found an empty house to rest in