The first question Angel considered now was: Where was this place?
It looked like an underground tunnel.
Angel looked toward both ends of the tunnel. Apart from the area where he stood, which had some light, both ends were pitch-black.
Though he was curious where the two ends of this tunnel led, he had no intention of exploring them. Staying here, he could at least see the exit. Once the battle outside ended, he might be able to leave from here.
But if he explored it, no one could say whether danger lurked in the depths of the tunnel.
After all, this was Lasudelan, the city of demons. Even if some demon casually leaped out, no matter how weak it was, Angel might not necessarily be able to defeat it.
For Angel, there was almost nowhere in Lasudelan that could be considered relatively safe. That was also why, despite having come to Lasudelan so long ago, he had never gone outside.
So under these circumstances, Angel chose to wait where he was.
However, Angel did not put all his hopes in one basket. After all, waiting in place was nearly entirely a matter of luck. He might even end up sitting still and waiting for death, so he had to make preparations on two fronts.
He took two scouting puppets from his bracelet and sent one flying toward each end of the tunnel.
The scouting puppets were alchemical creations. Their energy fluctuations were minuscule, making them relatively well concealed. Using them to investigate the surroundings was clearly the best choice at present.
As the scouting puppets flew away, the situation within the tunnel gradually came into Angel's view.
Both scouting puppets flew very slowly. For a while, Angel noticed no changes at all. Both directions remained black, silent, unchanging tunnels.