Underground hall.
During the earlier chase, many of the oil lamps on the walls had been knocked over. Pitch-black lamp oil spilled across the floor, and sparks slowly burned along the oil, gradually spreading outward.
As the blaze was about to rise, Angel headed toward the exit.
Standing in the doorway, he looked back at the hall.
Now, the underground hall stood empty. Even the Cruel Scholar's statue had shattered into powder. With this fire added to the ruin, the inscription marks of the greatest peak that had once remained here were reduced to ashes.
This had been the source of Lasudelan's ability to endure through the ages. Likewise, it was where Lasudelan's destruction would reach its end.
Everything would eventually fade away.
And this was only the beginning.
Countless thoughts churned in Angel's heart. In the end, he merely sighed softly, then turned and headed up the spiraling staircase.
Soft footsteps echoed through the deep, shadowy passageway.
This was a windowless corridor. The carpet was blood-red, and terrifying mounted specimens of Demonic Beast heads hung on both walls. There were even human ones among them, every face frozen in terror and fear.
At the middle of the long corridor, grotesque and vicious Fire-Holding Statues occasionally appeared. By the firelight they gave off, the owner of those footsteps could vaguely be seen.
A tall blond young man. He stood straight, his features handsome, but his complexion was pale, carrying an unnatural, exhausted sickliness.
It was Angel.
After leaving the underground hall, Angel had arrived on the first floor of the Void Giant Tower.
He had originally thought he would quickly find a way out, but to his surprise, the interior of the tower was practically a maze. He had wandered for half the day without finding a route, not