Time slipped away second by second.
Red and green interwove before Angel's eyes, bizarre and dazzling. The colored motes of light took on all manner of forms.
At times, red gained the upper hand, spreading into a blazing crimson mist. At other times, green seized the initiative, producing countless green threads that tangled into a net and drove the red mist away.
Yet these were merely manifestations of energy.
In his state of extreme rationality, Angel could indeed calm himself and observe the flow of those energies. Combined with "Supercomputing," his ability to process information was no less impressive than that of a formal wizard.
Even so, Angel still could not find an opportunity to escape amid the red and green before him.
Fafnir's and Komodo's energy levels were simply too high. Though they had yet to truly go all out, what leaked from them was already enough to cause energy disturbances across a vast area.
The energy turbulence was far too dense. Even though Angel had sorted through its veins and even analyzed the differing entanglement measures of wind and fire, one fact remained unchanged.
He could not get out.
The energy density was too high. Even if he saw through the illusion, he could not find a chance to leave.
The Wind Domain was visibly being suppressed by the chaotic energy around it, growing weaker by the moment. Fafnir still showed no sign of replenishing its energy. If he did not leave soon, Angel suspected he would become the first case of "being the focus of a conflict between two sides, yet dying from the energy spillover because he was too weak."
Angel raised his head. There was still only hazy dust, along with occasional red and green glimmers born from the entanglement of wind and fire, but