Angel stared at the dense fog formed from the aura of the Nightmare Realm. As he gazed deeper, he seemed to see towering stone towers, the dim Wasteland City amid desolate ruins, ancient castles overgrown with rose vines... and all manner of bizarre, fantastical sights.
They were all scenes from the Nightmare Realm.
Illuminating illusion, projecting reality. This was a sign that the aura of the Nightmare Realm had become exceedingly dense.
Tree Spirit said, "Let's go down. They're all waiting for you on the island. Oh, right—stay with me later, and make sure to avoid that dense fog. Although Rhein cleans it out often, there are always some Living Threads and parasites lurking inside."
Although Angel did not sense any threat from the dense fog—he even felt a faint sense of familiarity with it—he still nodded at Tree Spirit's words.
As Tree Spirit and Angel flew toward the island, they inevitably passed along the edge of the dense fog.
At such close range, Angel sensed the majestic aura within the fog even more clearly. Feeling the aura of the Nightmare Realm, so dense it could almost drown a person, Angel could not help murmuring, "For there to be such a concentrated Nightmare Realm aura, it seems the half-passage within this ruin may already have reached completion."
After skirting around the dense fog, Tree Spirit and Angel soon landed on the island.
Standing on the gravel beach, Tree Spirit looked up at the dense fog shrouding the night sky, his eyes filled with puzzlement. "Why does it feel like the fog became more active when we landed just now? It wasn't like this during the day. Could the Living Threads have erupted again in such a short time?"
Tree Spirit was somewhat confused, but he did not dwell on it.