Angel knew nothing about what lay beyond the dimensions.
He had already set off again, flying toward the central region of the Mist Belt.
After careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons, he had still decided to take a look. This time, he was not merely here to locate something—he had other matters to attend to, and other "people" to meet.
With Swift Spirit driving the gale, Angel reached the waters around Reefrock Island before long.
It was still peaceful here, even more peaceful than before. Yet this peace brought no reassurance. Instead, it made one restless and uneasy, like the dead silence before a storm broke.
"The air is getting wetter, and the smell is getting worse. I don't like it. It's making me a little uncomfortable too."
Dangros was the one speaking. Ever since Toby had been "sealed" into Angel's bracelet, Dangros had smoothly risen through the ranks and taken up his place on Angel's shoulder.
Having never experienced anything like this before, Dangros was thrilled beyond measure. Treating Angel's shoulder as a stage, he paced back and forth without pause, seemingly using this method to breathe in Lord Toby's scent.
To be honest, the sight was rather hard on the eyes.
Imagine it: a pale severed hand pacing back and forth across someone's shoulder while humming a shrill, off-key tune. It was horrifying, grotesque, and bizarre. If anyone looked over now, their eyes would undoubtedly land on Dangros first.
At first, Angel had wanted Dangros to settle down. But then he thought about it—there were no ordinary people nearby, and he was not using his true appearance anyway. Any embarrassment would not fall on him, so he silently let it go. Besides, Dangros had performed quite well lately and helped out a great deal. Angel was