Outside the Void Giant Tower, in a deep alley veiled by night.
At that moment, an Infernal Slave wreathed in flames was stroking the scarlet chain slithering across its hand.
It gazed at the Void Giant Tower, like a colossal fortress, excitement glittering in its eyes.
"The time is almost here. Yi-hahahahaha—Origin-Worshiping Flame shall burn into an endless future." Covering its face, the Infernal Slave threw back its head and laughed wildly. The gaze peering through its fingers was filled with madness.
The chain in its hand suddenly ignited with eerie flames. They looked strange, as though they existed in reality and yet also in the void.
Soon, the flames burrowed into the chain, and the Infernal Slave's figure gradually blended into the surrounding darkness.
Angel had once read some legends and anecdotes. Abyss Dragons had always been labeled powerful, evil, and lazy. At the same time, Abyss Dragons were also widely known to have one hobby: they liked glittering objects.
But legends were legends, after all. Angel turned to look at Fafnir, who was feigning sleep. He was indeed powerful, and indeed lazy, but as for liking shiny things, that was simply a rumor passed from mouth to mouth.
Canaan, on the other hand, had an unusual obsession with sparkling things.
Angel lowered his head and looked down from the eaves.
Since Lasudelan's day and night had reversed, Canaan had displayed a personality entirely unlike before. It hummed a leisurely tune, hopping along on both feet like a butterfly dancing through flowers, drifting carefree around the Illusion Hut.
Every few steps, Canaan took out a gemstone radiating a soft watery-blue glow and placed it nearby.
In just a few minutes, the Illusion Hut was wrapped in flowing blue light. From afar, it looked like a tranquil Crystal Palace