"Why hadn't they avoided the Cloud Whale before? Why hadn't they been affected at all?" Angel looked toward Chairman Chasing Light and the others in the distance.
"That was normal. Their true bodies were hidden within a void interstice; this was merely a special projection that could exert a slight influence on the material world." The Inspector did not begrudge him an explanation.
"Their true bodies were hidden in the void... No wonder they weren't affected by the pull at all, nor were they knocked aside by the Cloud Whale. It was very similar to when Mentor rescued Lord Kant before."
The Inspector nodded. "The underlying idea was the same, only the method differed."
Sanders had used a ritual, while the group opposite them had used a special inscribed tool. Such inscribed tools were rarely seen in the Southern Region, but they remained quite popular in the Source World. The Order Guild in particular—nearly every mysterious hunter carried such a tool, because its utility was extremely useful when hunting mysterious objects. Of course, such tools had their limitations, but their flaws did not obscure their virtues.
"I see."
Angel wore an expression of dawning understanding, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
He was indeed curious about Chairman Chasing Light and the others' current state, but that was not the only reason he had been lost in thought earlier.
He had vaguely sensed an invisible bond silently linking him to some existence.
That bond naturally did not truly exist. It was more like a... tie.
It had given Angel one clear realization: it had already descended upon the Southern Region.
Though the feeling was impossible to explain, Angel was utterly certain of it.
The Cloud Whale's sacrifice had merely raised the curtain on a brand-new feast of blood.
Even more powerful