Angel found the Fire-Scaled Familiar without much effort.
It was staying in a corner of the main corridor.
Angel carefully observed the Fire-Scaled Familiar's behavior. His expression shifted from initial curiosity to an increasingly furrowed brow. This Fire-Scaled Familiar's actions were simply too strange.
The Fire-Scaled Familiar had a roughly humanoid build, standing about a meter tall, with a head, torso, and limbs, except its skin was a vivid, fire-like red. It was extremely gaunt, its skin wrinkled, with barely any hair atop its head. Its lower fangs were sharp and protruding, and its overall appearance was ugly and wicked.
At that moment, this "little friend," who looked from afar as though it were wearing red wrinkled leather, was performing a shamanic dance before an upright crystal tube in the corridor.
It held a spear made of fire and danced beside the crystal tube.
The "dance" was primitive and ugly. At first glance, it even seemed somewhat cheerful, but closer observation revealed that the Fire-Scaled Familiar was not truly dancing. It was using those exuberant movements to gather a certain fiery power before finally... ramming the crystal tube head-on.
Yes, ramming it head-on.
It treated that upright crystal tube as though it were a mortal enemy.
Yet the crystal tube was exceedingly hard. The Fire-Scaled Familiar danced for most of the day, but the crystal tube remained unshaken. It, on the other hand, was so exhausted that it leaned against the tube and panted heavily.
A few minutes later, Angel saw the Fire-Scaled Familiar get to its feet, curse a few words at the completely undamaged crystal tube, then walk toward the next one.
The Fire-Scaled Familiar walked like an overbearing crab, bristling with rage. Its manner made Angel think it would attack the next crystal tube, but it did