"These two are quite compatible," Angel murmured under his breath.
To use Sweet Dream, one inevitably had to pass through Pink Wind, and Pink Wind could soothe one's emotions, lifting the burdens normally carried in the heart.
With one's mood eased in this way, one would then enter a beautiful sleep and dream a Sweet Dream.
This whole chain of positive-energy strikes was probably more than most people could bear.
The benefits were naturally great. Their abilities matched and complemented each other, meaning they reinforced one another. But there was also a downside: it would make people more prone to addiction.
"Take a look for yourself first. Call me if you have any thoughts." Laplace's voice reached Angel's ears.
Angel turned and saw that Laplace had already drifted to an outer branch at the treetop. She leaned against a bough, her long silver hair hanging in the air and continually stirred by the wind around her.
She merely gazed quietly into the distance, though who knew what she was thinking about.
Angel actually had a few questions in his heart. But since he had already arrived outside Sweet Dream, he might as well look around here first.
Angel lightly descended onto the platform at the top of the tree.
At this point, he was still around twenty meters from where Sweet Dream rested.
He walked forward step by step. By the time he reached ten meters away, he had already sensed a change in his emotions: his restless mood was gradually calming.
He could clearly feel this shift in mood, yet strangely, it did not feel the least bit out of place.
Without a doubt, this was Pink Wind's ability.
Angel stopped and sensed it carefully. As his perception deepened, his expression grew increasingly strange.
Pink Wind's effect was not