Just as Angel leaped down from the Gondola, he suddenly paused and turned back in confusion toward a gray, hazy wilderness.
The heavy rain had yet to cease. The distant horizon was layered with gray mist, too obscure to see clearly.
"Angel?" Bobota had already jumped onto the roof of a dilapidated stone house and turned back to look at Angel.
Angel frowned, then caught up with Bobota.
At the same time, deep within the rain and mist, in the boundless wilderness, stood a solitary, withered tree that had been dead for who knew how long.
A black crow perched upon the tree, its deathly still gaze peering toward the distant city through its pupils.
"Kurangduo, did you notice anything?" An ancient, weathered voice carried over.
The crow flapped its wings several times. Its body, as solid as flesh, gradually turned into a phantom. At last, it revealed a figure clad in a black cloak and wearing a crow mask.
"He seemed to have noticed me." A cold, ghostly voice, as though it had risen from the abyss of death, came from beneath the crow mask.
"He is a very special human... possessing some miraculous power would not be too hard to believe."
Kurangduo seemed to recall what he had seen not long ago. The true spirit of a great Demon God had been struck down in a single blow. Such terrifying power could perhaps only be explained by a "miracle."
"I had thought I would soon bring you to death's final resting place, but now it seems your luck is rather good, Your Highness Wodell."
"Heh heh heh, it has truly been a long time since I heard that name. Perhaps only you still remember my title." The aged voice sighed softly. "Although the Yuantan Continent found salvation from