"He left..." The sound was very strange. It seemed both like a real sound and like a ripple on the level of energy.
"Let's go." As the words fell, the empty corridor sank into silence once more.
There was not the slightest disturbance in the material world, but within the field of vision where energy existed, figures... no, not just one—dozens, even hundreds of figures passed through the corridor's stone walls, entered the void, and vanished.
Revelation Continent, Central Empire.
The Gondola cut through the Sea of Sky, white foam frothing beneath its hull as it leisurely sailed toward Saint Saim City beyond the Central Mountains.
Just as they were about to reach Saint Saim City, Angel noticed that Little Saim across from him had begun to grow restless.
His gaze flickered as he clung to the rail, constantly peering down below.
The Morning Star had only just risen, and the sky was merely beginning to pale. A faint cold mist hung in the air, leaving visibility poor. There was not much to see from above; with the naked eye, one could only make out the rough outlines of the terrain. Yet Little Saim still strained to look.
Soon, the Gondola reached the side of the Central Mountains. From here, they could vaguely see the prosperous lights of Saint Saim City in the distance. However, Little Saim paid no attention to that faraway city and continued looking down at the earth.
Suddenly, the cold mist below thinned slightly, and Little Saim saw a lake.
His eyes abruptly froze.
Angel could clearly see Little Saim's throat bobbing, his eyes filled with complicated yet grief-stricken emotion.
Angel was somewhat curious about what Little Saim had seen to stir him so intensely. So, he extended a thread of spiritual power beyond the