The instant he stepped into the Lost Forest, a powerful pressure surged over him like a tidal flood.
Angel stood where he was and sensed it for a moment. In terms of energy level, the pressure here had already reached the standard of a formal wizard. However, it differed somewhat from a wizard's pressure; its destructive nature was relatively low.
By relatively low destructive power, it did not mean that it caused no harm. Rather, its essence was fundamentally different from a wizard's pressure. A wizard's pressure was a means of shock and intimidation, an oppression that reached from within to without, from the soul to the flesh. Without any means of resistance, one would soon suffer severe internal injuries beneath that pressure.
But the pressure of the Lost Forest did not chiefly seek to "intimidate." Its purpose was "expulsion."
It was more like... a repulsive force. It sought more to drive one out of the Lost Forest than to kill them.
That sensation was exceptionally clear. As long as one continued forward, the pressure would steadily increase; but if one retreated even slightly, it would weaken accordingly. It seemed to encourage retreat rather than advance.
And once one reached the limit of what they could bear, they would still suffer the injuries they ought to suffer, so it was not without destructive force. It was merely somewhat lacking in that regard compared to a wizard's pressure.
"Mr. Pat, perhaps we should think this over carefully," Dangros said.
The moment Angel entered the Lost Forest, he had stopped walking and remained motionless for quite some time. Dangros worried that Angel was struggling to take even a step beneath the pressure, yet was too embarrassed to retreat. Thus, it spoke up first, hoping to give Angel an excuse to back down.