The rules of the mirror space were ultimately in Mirror Wraith's hands. It would be difficult for Angel to guess them out of thin air.
Since it was difficult to guess, he would experience them firsthand.
Angel did not hesitate and stepped directly onto the island at the lake's center. The instant his foot touched the island, Mirror Wraith, standing at the center of the altar, let out a frenzied howl.
The black flames behind him began to swell wildly along with his cries.
When the black flames grew to ten times Mirror Wraith's size, they abruptly transformed into an enormous black shadow. The shadow struggled and churned without end, as though some terrifying monster lay hidden within it, trying to break free from its shackles.
Angel raised his head and looked at the shadow behind Mirror Wraith, contemplation in his eyes.
Mirror Wraith's energy level had unexpectedly multiplied severalfold out of nowhere.
At this moment, the soul pressure it emitted alone was enough to intimidate the vast majority of apprentice-level transcendents.
Even if Neya were here, she would likely have no choice but to retreat.
But to Angel, this level of energy could not affect him. What he was curious about now was whether this was Mirror Wraith's own power, or the power of the mirror space?
Or... was it power granted to Mirror Wraith by this altar?
The pressure of the soul had already reached its limit, but the black shadow continued to grow, as though the monster hidden inside intended to break through its fated confinement by expanding.
As the black shadow grew larger, Mirror Wraith's howls began to change as well. Before, they had been arrogant, blazing roars; now, they sounded more like feeble screams of agony.
"Hmm, Mirror Wraith's soul power is rapidly decreasing... Is