"Dozens of wind-element creatures, including Harriken, were all trapped in the illusion?"
After Angel returned to the Gondola, Dangros wore an incredulous expression. It knew Ermi was powerful, but it had never expected Angel to be this strong as well.
It had previously been smugly thinking that if its little underlings were here, then with their support, its strength on the entire ship might be second only to Ermi's.
But now, it seemed it had been far too naive.
Jieke and Anoto were also dazed. Anoto had originally been quietly sobbing for some inexplicable reason, but upon learning what had happened on the battlefield, it even forgot to cry and simply froze. Jieke's reaction was more direct—it was so frightened that it curled around the rack, trembling all over, not even daring to meet Angel's eyes.
Angel did not notice the reactions of these little fellows. After returning, he focused all his attention on the indistinct azure figure beside the Gondola.
This azure figure was Camus, the sage of White Cloud Township.
Angel was quite curious about this sage.
Whether it was Ma Gu or Kubo, their descriptions of Camus could be summed up in one word: mysterious.
Camus had never revealed its form to the outside world. Even the wind-element tribes of White Cloud Township did not know what Camus's true body looked like.
There were even rumors outside that Camus did not truly exist, that it was actually an avatar of Gentle Wind Uranus.
Angel did not particularly care whether that rumor was true. What he cared about was another rumor concerning Camus, one Posia, the sage of Wildstone Wasteland, had told him: Camus had been born at a very delicate time, when the world had reset after the cataclysm, while Mr. Feng had still remained in the