Isabella's feelings suddenly became complicated as she looked at the curled-up figure beneath the Dome.
Had Angel truly failed?
Emotionally, she actually felt a little schadenfreude. But from a practical standpoint, Isabella had not lost her reason. She knew very well that if Angel's breakthrough failed, it would certainly be no small loss for Black Castle. The friendship alliance the two sides had already settled might perhaps encounter unforeseen twists as well.
She did not particularly care about this friendship alliance with Demon Illusion Island, but the mentor she admired, respected, and loved most attached great importance to it.
That was precisely why Isabella's feelings were so complicated. She hoped Angel would fail, yet she did not want to see her mentor disappointed.
Thinking of this, Isabella could not help looking toward her mentor.
Now that Angel's advancement had failed, what would Isabella think?
Yet to her surprise, Isabella's expression was strange. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her face was filled with confusion and doubt.
Isabella could not help asking, "Has Angel failed?"
Isabella hesitated. She neither shook her head nor nodded, merely saying slowly, "I don't know, but when I look at him, I have a feeling."
"It is as though I am gazing into an abyss."
Gazing into an abyss? None of those aboard the Ghost Ship understood what Isabella meant.
Isabella did not explain. She merely said softly, "I cannot predict what will happen the next second. Perhaps failure, or perhaps..." an even more intense eruption.
Isabella did not voice the rest of her words.
Yet the others were confused by what she had said. Wasn't the situation obvious now? Other than failure, could anything else happen in the next second?
Just as everyone was filled with doubt, an incomparably terrifying sense of oppression appeared without