"What is this?" Frod held out his hand, rolling several tiny green particles between his fingertips.
"They're seeds." A clear, unhurried voice sounded beside Frod's ear.
Angel's voice? Angel was already in here? Where was he? Frod looked around, seeing only thick fog and no trace of Angel.
Just as Frod was puzzled, a tornado suddenly swept out of the mist.
Before Frod could realize what was happening, the tornado caught him from below and rolled him upward. After a moment of weightlessness, Frod discovered that this inexplicable tornado was carrying him aloft.
It was as though a wind elemental spirit were supporting him as he flew upward.
It was not only him; Sanders had also been swept up by the tornado. Yet Sanders remained composed from beginning to end. No matter how fierce the wind became, it did not ruffle his expression. Frod, on the other hand, was at a loss because of the sudden turn of events.
It took Frod quite a while to come back to his senses. This sudden tornado, rising in a fixed direction, had to be controlled by someone. And within Savage Cave, the only person who could conjure a tornado out of thin air was probably Angel.
Realizing this was Angel's doing, Frod finally calmed down and had time to reflect on Angel's earlier answer.
"Seeds?" Frod no longer concerned himself with where the tornado was taking them. He held up his hand and examined the tiny green particles on his fingertips. "Could these be seeds that can be planted in Dream Wilderness? Do they have vitality?"
"They can indeed be planted. As for vitality, even if they truly possess it, it will probably manifest differently from what you imagine." Angel's voice came again. This time, Frod heard clearly that it was coming