"Yes." Angel nodded calmly.
He had long expected that Wodell might come looking for him. Just as Bobota had said, Wodell could not possibly have no agenda. As for what exactly he wanted, Angel did not yet know.
His decision to leave alone had also been to see whether Wodell would appear.
The facts proved that he had guessed correctly.
Wodell said, "Please follow me."
Wodell flew into the distance, the bleak wind within the guard city whipping his long robe until it snapped and fluttered.
A black-gold pattern flashed across the Nightflight beneath Angel's feet. With a tap of his toes, he floated lightly into the air and followed Wodell into the unknown darkness.
When Angel left, Grewu in the stone chamber noticed nothing. He was still gazing "affectionately" at Orucia's soul, muttering under his breath. Bobota, in the other compartment, raised his head at that moment. His gaze passed through his hood and looked out the window. Only after Angel's figure had vanished did Bobota lower his head again, and an almost inaudible sigh escaped into the air.
After flying over the grim guard city filled with bones and undead souls, Wodell brought Angel beyond the city walls.
To the place where the throne and the pile of bones stood.
A solitary lamp gave off a dim yellow glow from atop the hill of bones. When the wind blew, its flame swayed, turning the already shadowy area into a forest of dancing ghosts.
After arriving, Wodell stopped. He stood silently beside the bone pile and did not speak for a long while.
Angel did not know what Wodell wanted, so he could only meet change with constancy. He stood to one side and waited for Wodell to speak.
When he had first arrived, all his attention had been