After leaving the Ocean Theater, Angel followed the path all the way to Pat Manor.
When Angel pushed open the study door and saw Sanders, he was sitting behind the desk with his eyes closed, utterly motionless.
Yet only his shell was still. Around him, an energy vortex was forming—a vortex led by illusion nodes.
Illusions continuously flickered into being and vanished around Sanders. One moment, it was the Mother Tree towering into the clouds; the next, Dream Plant Fairies in a thousand forms. Then it became a vast forest stretching to the horizon, then an endless wilderness of barren shoals...
It looked extraordinarily dazzling, elevating a basic trick to the texture of a spell.
Yes, Angel could tell at a glance that they were basic tricks—basic illusions.
But Sanders could make basic illusions bloom into endless variations. At a single glance, it seemed as though he were brewing some powerful spell.
By now, Angel could also turn basic illusions into scenes as real as true dreamscapes. But compared to Sanders, who could effortlessly bring countless illusions into being and extinguish them, Angel still lacked a little polish.
After roughly two minutes, the illusion vortex around Sanders slowly faded away, and he finally opened his eyes.
Once he opened them, Sanders nodded at Angel, signaling him to wait a moment. He used his spiritual power to pick up a pen and cast a recording spell on his notebook. The floating pen immediately began moving on its own, swiftly writing line after line across the blank page.
Sanders raised his head as well. "I saw the Tree Spirit rush to the venue and whisper to Lord Rhein. Was it because you solved the riddle of the ruins?"
"Not really. It's still all fog to me. But I did confirm that the