Above the Star Pool, inside the observation pavilion.
Wallace, the "Old White Man," dressed entirely in white from hat to beard, raised his head and looked toward the horizon.
In the distance, several wizards led by Duncan and Feiluo were driving away and separating the gray-black mist at the boundary of the sky.
"Another wave of Living Threads has erupted, and it brought a great many parasites with it." Wallace sighed. "Who knows how many similar pests are inside the ruins? Will they affect him?"
Wallace did not say his name, but everyone in the observation pavilion knew that the "him" he referred to was Angel.
"They won't. Sanders said that neither Living Threads that have not found living creatures to infect nor the parasites released by Prismatic Dragonflies have any effect on Angel." Iron Armor Granny spoke as she gently ground tea powder. When she set the tea pestle back in place, she lifted her brows and glanced toward the horizon as well.
Yet what she was looking at was not the mist in the sky, but the distant, pitch-black end of the heavens.
"The Morning Star has already appeared. By the time it tears through the curtain of night, it will have been more than three days since Angel fell into the ruins." Though Iron Armor Granny had refuted Wallace, she still did not have much confidence in Angel's safety.
"If he truly had a way out, he should have come out long ago. He couldn't possibly keep staying inside the ruins... Ow!" The gray-haired little old man, Nis, glared furiously at the soul servant kneeling on the ground and massaging his feet. "Don't you know to use a lighter hand? Stop massaging. Go pour me some tea."
He kicked the soul servant, then turned back as though