Angel's eyes lit up.
After one night, there was news of Sigmund again?
Angel hurriedly nodded. He had originally planned to ask Laplace about Sigmund's situation as soon as he logged on. He had not expected to catch a live broadcast the moment he returned.
"...Illusion nodes."
"Understood." Angel made a gesture that said leave it to me. Then he extended his clenched fist and gently unfurled it. A multitude of illusion nodes drifted from his palm like floating fireflies, following their paths to surround Laplace.
Laplace skillfully took control of the illusion nodes as well, and in reality, she utilized them even more efficiently.
With ten parts of power, she could achieve eleven parts of effect.
In Dream Crystal Plain, being able to bring out one or two parts out of ten would already have been the limit.
That exceptionally efficient performance made the live broadcast image extraordinarily clear.
In the image, Sigmund was in a dark abyssal sea. A hemp rope was tied around his wrist, and a masked woman clad only in close-fitting underclothes, with a fiery, curvaceous figure, was pulling him toward some unknown destination.
It was worth noting that Sigmund was wearing the same kind of mask.
The masks resembled swollen iron boxes, completely covering the face. Only the eye area was made of transparent material, allowing one to vaguely see outside.
"This is the current live image?" Angel asked curiously, making sure it was not a recording.
Laplace nodded. "This is the image currently displayed by the Empty Mirror Sea. Based on the Empty Mirror Sea's real-time projection properties, we can confirm that Sigmund's current state is exactly as shown in the image."
Confusion flashed through Angel's eyes. "Wasn't he swallowed by a massive whale before? Why is there no whale now?"
Laplace shook