When Alex left the cabin, his face was still full of reluctance and tragic resolve. But the instant he shut the wooden door, the muscles in his face seemed to scatter after a meeting, each returning to its proper place and home, leaving him expressionless once more.
Angel took in that face-changing act in its entirety.
"I think that if you ever stop being a priest, you could consider becoming a stage actor," Angel sincerely suggested, earning a silent glance from Alex.
"If you're interested in acting, I can introduce you to a place—Beacon Academy. The actors there are all outstanding."
Alex treated Angel's words as wind passing by his ears and ignored him completely.
He simply surveyed their surroundings.
They were in woodland, and the terrain was fairly level. However, the forest was dense, so visibility was not particularly clear.
At last, Alex's gaze settled on a cliffside rise not far away.
After a while, Alex made his way up to the high ground. Looking down from there, he could clearly see the cabin below and the surrounding forest. It was an excellent observation point.
"Now, we wait," Alex said flatly.
Naturally, they were waiting for the pursuers to arrive.
The abandoned Ranger's Cabin was actually very far from where the incident had occurred the previous night. It lay in the opposite direction from Gust Town—practically at the other extreme.
What they needed to do next was see whether the undead hunters would come here.
If Knight Riven and Camelot failed to find Madam Connie's trail within a short time, then one thing could be confirmed: the person controlling the undead was definitely not outside the cage. After all, if the controller were outside the cage, peering into it, then their perspective would surely be far-reaching. They would be