The enormous Cloud Whale flew straight toward No. 03, carrying the fierce howl of the wind with it.
From the faint crimson in the Cloud Whale's eyes, everyone understood that this Cloud Whale, too, had succumbed to the allure of the mysterious fruit.
No one tried to stop the Cloud Whale, because the wizards present had also been speculating that the birth of the mysterious object might come at the very moment the mysterious fruit ripened. And how would the fruit ripen? The sea of blood and the shredded flesh of sea beasts below said it all.
The arrival of the Cloud Whale was bound to become nourishment for the mysterious fruit.
What kind of effect would a mysterious object blooming amid the flesh and blood of countless sea beasts possess?
With nothing in its way, the Cloud Whale came whistling onward.
During this, Angel noticed that, because the bloody waves on the sea blocked its path, the Cloud Whale would inevitably have to pass by their side to reach No. 03. Given the Cloud Whale's enormous body, it would likely collide with them.
Angel looked toward the Observer, hesitating over whether he should suggest that they temporarily move aside.
In the end, he said nothing. After all, he had no right to tell the Observer how to do his job.
The Cloud Whale's presence was so overwhelming that it was impossible for the Observer not to have noticed it. If they needed to move, the Observer would naturally do so; whether Angel suggested it or not was unimportant.
Angel waited silently, wanting to see what the Observer would do. Yet from beginning to end, the Observer did not move. He did not even cast a sideways glance toward the Cloud Whale.
They did not move aside, but the Cloud