Angel had no idea what was happening aboard the Sky Ghost Ship.
He was still steeped in surprise.
Time rewound to a few minutes earlier. Angel had focused every ounce of his attention on Soul Land, waiting for a fiercer storm to strike.
For the moment, not only did his soul feel no discomfort, it even felt somewhat at ease. Yet he did not relax; he still waited apprehensively for the next wave of the storm.
A fiercer storm arrived as promised.
Yet what surprised Angel was that, even under such a violent impact, his soul still felt no great discomfort.
So Angel continued waiting for the next wave.
With every wait, Angel never lowered his guard, yet each storm that arrived on schedule was met with effortless ease.
Just as Angel thought the unknown energy deep within Soul Land was holding back some devastating ultimate move, the Soul Land Storm came to an abrupt stop.
While Angel was still dazed, a gentle soul force, pure to the utmost and refined to the pinnacle, slipped into his soul without warning.
His soul body underwent an unprecedented cleansing.
That cleansing felt like the redemption and calm one found in their heart upon looking at the corpse of an enemy with whom they shared an irreconcilable, sky-covering hatred.
It was as though every burden had been laid down, leaving only peace and tranquility.
Within Soul Land, his soul body seemed suffused with bright, glorious sunlight. With a peaceful expression, it closed its eyes, a warm smile curling at the corners of its lips.
It savored that moment of serenity without the slightest restraint.
His soul was in harmony, but Angel's mind was full of questions.
That was it?
Angel carefully examined himself, then compared his soul body's current state with the "cleansing