In a dark, unfathomable, unknown place, Angel continued to be dragged downward.
Held by those fair arms and the soft body behind her, caressed by countless strands of black hair like tentacles, her body had long since stiffened as though petrified. Yet she had not been covered in grayish white and killed outright. Instead, unable to move, she found her senses growing ever sharper.
This did not worry Angel too much. Although she had stepped into Cheek's trap and been restrained before she could do anything, she had already prepared for such an extreme situation.
As long as she found an opportunity to kill herself, or became corrupted and died completely during battle, Angel could revive through one of her mirror substitutions. Even if Cheek had a way to deal with all of them, the one hidden inside the City of Calamity was beyond her reach.
Moreover, she could tell that she was no longer in the Mirror World near Dream City, or even in the Berserk Sea. Instead, she had returned to a place that felt somewhat familiar.
The Primordial Demoness Cheek was most likely heading for the Special Mirror World where Fourth Epoch Trier lay.
"That's right. That is where we're going..."
That soft, alluring voice sounded beside her ear, accompanied by a sweet, fragrant breath.
"But don't worry. I have no intention of killing you, nor will I give you a chance to kill yourself. Even if you trigger a catastrophe within your body, I will keep it under control..."
Cheek spoke in a drifting voice, her hands, body, and serpentine hair embracing Angel even more tightly, as though some soft-bodied creature had enveloped her.
Blood flowed faster within Angel's already rigid body, and all sorts of thoughts filled her mind. Wherever her exposed skin, or skin