Foul-smelling white vapor spilled from the mouth of a Blue-Eyed Troll.
The Troll's single eye glowed. Its faint illumination made the white vapor before it seem to carry its own dim light within the absolute darkness, clearly lighting up the Troll's broad face.
At that moment, the Troll was hunched over, its enormous face directly confronting Angel's.
At first glance, the Troll's savage features carried an air of violence. Yet as it stared into Angel's eyes, it never swung the giant axe in its hand. Instead, it tilted its head and stared at Angel in utter confusion.
Within the Troll's limited mind, puzzled thoughts kept surfacing.
Those thoughts were not about how to split Angel apart with its axe. Instead, emotions even it could not understand welled up within it. If it had been a little more intelligent, it might have understood that this emotion rising in its heart was called... ingratiation.
How should it ingratiate itself with the life before it? That was what occupied its mind.
"Angel, move aside!" Just as Angel and the Troll faced each other, a sharp shout came from behind him. Angel instinctively shifted sideways, and a fierce black streak shot in from behind, cleaving the still-bewildered Troll in two.
The Troll's body instantly split into halves and vanished into the darkness.
At the same time, Sanders emerged from the darkness with a shield of light around him. "What were you spacing out for just now?"
Angel said, "...I was drawn in by the emotions this Troll conveyed."
Sanders frowned. "Do not let any external information interfere with you here, and do not trust your own judgment too easily. Ensure your safety first. If you want to analyze these Demonic Beasts' emotions, you must do so somewhere safe."
Angel nodded in understanding. Though he