As Frost was filled with doubts, his ears suddenly twitched, and he raised his head to look somewhere.
Angel had still been reeling from Frost's strength when he heard a surprised "Eh?" from behind him. He turned around, only to find Frost's gaze fixed in place, as though he had seen some unknown void.
As Angel wondered what was happening, a speck of light emerged from nowhere. It drifted lazily through the air before hovering in front of Frost.
The tiny point of light began to expand and transform the instant it appeared, eventually turning into a blazing mass of fire.
As Angel looked at the flame, he felt as though a flash of red light had passed before his eyes.
Angel rubbed his eyes and looked again. Only then did he realize that moving images had appeared within the flame. The red flash he had seen earlier had come from within that image.
The image in the flames was a human figure.
The figure stood in the dark void. Its features, gender, and clothing could not be seen clearly. The only thing that stood out was a vivid red scarf, bright as blood.
The scarf emitted a brilliant red glow, concealing half of the figure's face.
The red scarf stretched long, drifting through the void like a scarlet venomous snake that never stopped slithering.
Angel felt that this scarf gave him an exceedingly strange feeling. As he stared at it, he vaguely felt as though he had been dragged into a mysterious vortex.
All around him was soundless darkness.
His soul and consciousness slowly faded away. Just as Angel felt that even his most basic perception was about to dissipate, someone suddenly coughed in the darkness.
Angel abruptly opened his eyes and found everything before him drenched in blood-red.