The moment Angel saw this person, a strange feeling abruptly rose within him.
The scene before his eyes seemed to begin fading, and the person before him gradually receded from the real world into nothingness, as if becoming a painting—or an old photograph slipping away through time and space.
The man was clearly standing before him with a smile, yet he seemed impossibly, immeasurably far from Angel.
Angel could plainly see him smiling, but upon closer inspection, he could not make out his features at all.
It was as though the real world had been draped beneath a false canvas.
Angel was certain that none of these sensations were illusionary arts. They came from this person's aura... He had not released any power, yet simply by standing there, he possessed the power to twist time and space, twist minds, twist memories.
Even the perceptions of others were being twisted.
Angel could feel his understanding of the person before him constantly transforming in his mind—from real to false, from someone he had witnessed with his own eyes into a dust-covered memory.
Even Angel could not help feeling a chill creep down his spine in the face of this man. Though there was not the slightest pressure emanating from him, and he seemed like nothing more than an ordinary mortal.
But Angel knew very well that he was absolutely no mortal.
The power on him that twisted everything had already surpassed any level Angel could understand.
Even from Lord Rhein and Lord Monchi, he had never felt such a terrifying power that made his heart palpitate.
This power... was absolutely not normal!
Perhaps... perhaps this was true power of rules!
"You..." Faced with such terrifying, involuntary twisting power, Angel could not help swallowing. Then, in a dry voice, he said, "Forgive my