The lingering shock at the scene did not fade with time. Instead, it grew ever more fervent.
At first, there had only been hushed whispers, but later they turned directly into clamor as everyone began discussing it. For a time, Tree Spirit Hall was noisier than any mortal marketplace.
As they argued fiercely and voiced their own opinions, Angel was briefly overlooked.
Back in Lasudelan, Angel might have been able to play a certain role in that startling upheaval with Fafnir's help. But regarding the subsequent fall of the Lord of No Flame, Angel's strength made it utterly impossible for him to involve himself.
Listening to the tumultuous discussions around him, Angel lowered his eyes slightly. His tightly wound nerves could finally relax.
His role gradually faded from their discussions, which had been his intention all along.
However, the noise grew so loud that even the Tree Spirit found it irritating. With a mere thought from him, every wizard looking this way felt their minds jolt.
When they looked back toward Tree Spirit Hall, Wallace said calmly, "What is there to argue about? Frost Moon failed in its endeavor, and that has little to do with our Savage Cave. As for the fall of the Lord of No Flame's true spirit, the exact circumstances will naturally become clear after some time... Besides, do you really think you can profit from the fall of a Demon God's true spirit?"
Wallace's words instantly silenced everyone.
Indeed, they had been shocked by the fall of a true spirit, but on careful consideration, did the fall of that true spirit really have anything to do with them?
After Wallace finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Angel. "Compared to the fall of a Demon God's true spirit, what I truly care about is this: