It was a distant, weathered voice. Accompanied by that archaic intonation, everyone seemed, in a daze, to sense the breath of ancient times.
By the time they came to their senses, they discovered that a figure had suddenly appeared on the other side of the withered tree.
It was a "person" clad in a gray robe, somewhat taller than an ordinary human. Compared to Angel's height, it would perhaps only reach his ribs.
The newcomer leaned on a bone staff and wore a primitive totem-style mask. His entire being carried a strange air of simplicity and ancient crudeness.
The moment Angel saw him, the sensation of a "call" rising from the depths of his heart suddenly vanished.
That set Angel thinking.
"Were you the one speaking? Who are you?" Angel looked at the totem mask.
"I am a remnant of the ancient Hangu race, on the verge of perishing, yet pulled back from oblivion by Your Excellency the Savior. You may call me Wodell." After speaking, the totem mask gave Angel a deep bow.
Wodell's voice seemed to carry a gentle power, and his actions likewise radiated goodwill, giving Angel a sense of familiarity that arose from the bottom of his heart.
"I've always felt that someone was calling me... Was that your doing? And the Savior you mentioned—is that me?" Angel asked calmly. He did not let that feeling of familiarity lower his guard; if anything, he became even more vigilant.
"That is correct. I guided Your Excellency the Savior here." Wodell lowered his head. "I cannot leave the Dark Land. I could only call for Your Excellency's arrival through the continent's diffuse consciousness."
"Why do you call me the Savior?"
"Your Excellency bestowed the power of true spirits upon Yuantan Continent, allowing it to be reborn from the