Strangely enough, after Angel parted ways with the others, the hanging staircase gradually began to return to normal. No more bizarre upside-down or looping steps appeared; instead, it became a staircase slanting upward at a forty-five-degree angle. Yet the visible range of the stairs remained limited to the illumination of the red mark.
Angel could see only two or three steps ahead of him, and one behind him. So whether it would keep slanting upward all the way to the end remained unknown.
Everything ahead was unknown, while darkness and nothingness surrounded him. Unforeseeable dangers lurked in the void, and under the protection and guidance of the red light, he could only press onward alone.
It was quite an interesting scene.
If Mr. Feng saw this, perhaps he could create a painting of a solitary traveler trudging alone toward stairs bathed in red light, surrounded by clawing dark monstrosities.
If such a painting truly existed, it would probably have quite an epic feel.
Angel imagined all kinds of scenes, letting his thoughts wander and his fancies drift. This was probably one of his few pleasures in the darkness.
Then again, this was not Angel's first time traveling alone upon a hanging staircase in pitch-black emptiness.
Back when he had not yet become a wizard apprentice, he had stumbled into the Stairway of the Hanging Prison in the Nightmare Realm.
To others, any place in the Nightmare Realm was more terrifying and dangerous than reality. But for Angel, his trip to Abyss City in the Nightmare Realm had encountered almost no danger, and he had even received quite a bit of help. The Demon-Eating Flower King, for example, had helped him greatly. In contrast, Angel felt that the underground waterways in reality had held even more dangers.
Of course, that was