When Angel turned his gaze toward the Holy Mountain, he heard Isabella's voice transmission.
Then, the road of light guiding Angel forward spread out before him. Without question, this path led to where Isabella was.
This road of light did not lead to the temple atop the Holy Mountain. Instead, upon reaching the mountainside, it wound around and turned toward the rear.
When Angel followed the road of light to its final destination, his brows rose slightly.
He had not expected it to be here.
This was a small path winding down from the Sacred Mountain Temple, but at the end of it stood a severed cliff face.
With his mastery of illusions, he could clearly sense that this cliff face had been created by an illusion. Behind it lay a deep, secluded cave.
Before Angel even approached, he could already sense intense soul fluctuations from the cave hidden behind the cliff face.
Angel had actually come here before. Baya had shown him the way then, saying there was a path here leading directly to the heart of the Holy Mountain, and at the end of that path rested a Soul Pearl Isabella had left behind.
Although Angel had found this place back then, he had sensed danger and had not entered. He had not expected that after circling around for several years, he would still end up here.
As Angel's mind filled with memories, ripples like those on water suddenly spread across the illusory cliff face.
A flying pig with black-and-white hide patterned like a dairy cow flew out from the center of the concentric ripples.
Seated on the flying pig's back was a bald old man. His white beard dragged along the ground, his slack skin hung in layered folds like a tiered skirt and was covered in