When Old Potter and Lady Mero arrived at Rabbit Hole, brimming with doubts and ready to seek answers from Angel, they were met with this sight—
A rabbit with a curly tuft of silly hair atop its head, looking like a crown, was unleashing a barrage of verbal fire at Dox. Dox, meanwhile, wore a green hat, his face extraordinarily grim and his fists clenched tight, yet he did not dare lay a hand on the rabbit.
One side was clamorous as the mortal world; the other was serene and at ease.
Rabbit Chacha sat high atop a teapot, sipping tea as it watched the projections of the gifted ones. Angel was much the same, offering a comment now and then, relaxed and content.
As for Abruie, who had arrived before them, she was currently curled up in some corner, trembling, her worried gaze fixed on that silly-haired rabbit...
Such a bizarre scene left Old Potter and Lady Mero afraid to speak carelessly. They exchanged a glance, then quietly circled around Dox and came to Angel's side.
Angel raised a brow. "You're here. Have a seat."
Old Potter and Lady Mero did not dare disobey. They found some strange mushroom stools and sat down.
The moment they sat, a pair of shadowy eyes fixed upon them.
Looking up, they saw that the rabbit seated on the teapot was gazing at them expectantly.
They had no idea what was going on and could only plead for help with their eyes toward Angel.
Angel said, "This is Rabbit Chacha. From now on, it will be the central core of this secret chamber. Everything here is under its control. You may think of it as a 'spirit.'"
"Is it a spirit of Savage Cave?" Lady Mero immediately asked. If it was like that