The tearing sensation within made Angel's perception of time outside grow hazy.
He only felt as though his body were endlessly sinking, sinking... into a boundless, profound ocean. Within the suffocating "sea" around him, Angel saw all manner of bizarre and fantastical scenes. And as he fell into the abyss of the sea, under the pressure of the deep waters, his body began to tear apart.
Angel felt his body being ripped into countless tiny pieces, while his consciousness was likewise shattered. A fragment of consciousness clung to every fragment of flesh.
His thoughts were like an exploding balloon; at this moment, he was unable to make a normal logical judgment about anything.
Until Angel sank to the seabed.
When he felt that his body could sink no farther and everything seemed to stand still, he forced his eyes open in the chaotic darkness—
The darkness was instantly swept away.
Before him remained only a towering door. Angel was no stranger to its appearance—it was precisely the Door Model he had constructed, pattern by pattern.
At this moment, the door was gleaming brilliantly.
Angel instinctively wanted to approach the door. The surroundings instantly blurred, and by the time he reacted, he was already standing before it.
As Angel drew near the great door, the discomfort in his body began to ease. The sensation of his flesh and consciousness being torn apart seemed to have been glued back together. Even his ability to think gradually returned.
Angel suddenly seemed to understand something.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped through the door.
As he entered it, every trace of discomfort vanished from his body, and he felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
A "road" appeared before him.
The door behind Angel shattered with a thunderous crash, turning into countless streams of light