Sanders watched helplessly as Angel vanished into the darkness.
In an instant, Sanders felt his hair stand on end and his eyes split wide. He suddenly raised his head, his face icy as he looked toward the sky.
Sanders suppressed his fury. Venting it was not the priority now; the first thing he needed to do was investigate Angel's condition. With that thought, Sanders withdrew his gaze. His gloved hands began to dance once more, and the fragments of information he had sensed flowed into his mind one by one.
Though he could tell that the path Angel had chosen was the safest one available at that moment, and that he himself likely would not have found a better choice, that had only been the safest option at that instant. What would happen to Angel afterward remained impossible to predict.
After a while, Sanders' mood eased somewhat.
Under such dangerous circumstances, he had even been prepared to force his way in and retrieve Angel's dead soul. Yet his essence blood had not dissipated, which meant Angel's condition was still relatively stable.
However, when he tried to contact the essence blood now, it seemed to be blocked by some kind of membrane... He could sense its condition, but it was difficult to communicate with it.
This was unlike when Angel had been following Fafnir, when Fafnir's energy level had been too high and interfered with the transmission of information. Instead, it seemed more like Angel had entered a place that naturally blocked detection.
Sanders silently looked at the deep pit Angel had fallen into not far away. Now was not a good time to force his way in. After considering it, he expended some effort to wrap a thread of probing magic intent around itself and slowly send it into the