After a while, Nightmare Illusion's Hand dissolved into bubbles of light and shadow, vanishing without a trace.
"How is he?" Dangros poked his head out and asked in a low voice.
"His physical condition isn't good, but thankfully, I didn't sense anything unusual inside him."
In other words, Mist Shadow had either hidden itself exceptionally well—so well that even Angel could not detect it—or it had already left his body.
Angel personally leaned toward the latter.
Mist Shadow's consciousness would not be affected by the bodily faculties of its host.
The faculties in question included the sensation of pain and the brain's self-protective mechanisms. In other words, even if Reynolds' body had fallen into a coma due to its faculties' self-preservation, Mist Shadow could still control him and move about freely.
Yet Reynolds' body had clearly lost both mobility and judgment by now, and no autonomous consciousness was manipulating it further. This alone was enough to show that Mist Shadow had most likely left Reynolds' body.
As for why it had left?
The answer was not complicated. Even if Mist Shadow was unaffected by its host and did not care whether he was injured, anyone with eyes could see that Reynolds' successive injuries were highly suspicious.
A series of coincidences had caused an unbroken chain of misfortune to explode one after another. This was obviously no ordinary matter. If Mist Shadow did not believe in so-called "coincidences," what would it think of?
Some kind of force was interfering with fortune.
And that force had clearly touched upon the indescribable level of fate.
Even Angel would have felt a chill run down his spine if he encountered such a situation without knowing the truth.
Mist Shadow was clearly no fool. It would worry as well.
Perhaps the misfortune was only befalling