"Only by ensuring the Creator's complete death can I break free of all my shackles."
Mad's answer took Angel greatly by surprise. But upon thinking it over, he felt there was some logic to it. It was just that the logic was a little... crooked.
However, Angel did not care whether Mad would ultimately be able to kill the Creator. What he wanted to know more now was when they could leave this place.
Angel raised his head and looked at the gray mist drifting through the sky, which was churning directly above them.
Mad seemed to see through Angel's thoughts. "They are preparing to leave this place and spread the faith of Illusion Performance beyond Heart's Desire."
"But they do not dare come down now."
Angel said, "Huh?"
Mad glanced at Angel. "Because Lady Shava is here. They do not dare come down."
Before these Illusion Performance spores fused into human bodies, they possessed a collective consciousness when gathered together. That collective consciousness allowed them to recognize rank and differences. Though they desperately wanted to draw close to the Nightmare Realm aura emanating from Angel, the gulf between their statuses made them fear approaching.
After thinking for a moment, Angel tapped his foot against the ground and retreated several hundred meters.
Once Angel was standing at a distance, the gray mist in the sky immediately began to roil. It then surged into the chimney like a swarm, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Angel returned to the vicinity of the chimney. Since the Illusion Performance spores had already disappeared, it was time for them to leave.
Just as he and the Boiling Gentleman were preparing to head into the chimney, Mad, who was possessing the chimney, suddenly spoke. "Honorable Lady Shava, Misty Gold truly did not mean it