For the next while, Wine Cup did nothing else, staying in the Shaping Workshop to try and make contact with the other Snow Women.
Wine Cup knew perfectly well that this contact was meaningless, because the "source of danger" Pinocchio worried about was not among these ordinary Snow Women at all.
But it did not matter. As long as Pinocchio knew she was seriously carrying out her task, that was enough.
Angel watched the light screen for a while. Seeing that Wine Cup was merely following the usual routine to raise Pinocchio's favorability, he stopped paying attention.
There was still about an hour until midnight. After some thought, Angel figured there was nothing to do in Heart Space anyway, so he might as well log on early and take a look.
Perhaps he could gather some new intelligence from the Player Camp.
After informing Water Clone, Angel lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was already in the Player Camp.
The instant he opened his eyes, Angel instinctively prepared to cast an "illusory mist" over himself, so that members of other teams would not swarm him with questions every time he appeared.
But before he could cast it, he discovered that he was already standing in thick fog.
Angel froze for quite a while. Only when he felt the faint, cool moisture lingering in his nostrils did he realize that this was not fog created by an illusion, but natural night mist.
Ever since Wonderland Authority absorbed the Text Rules from the blank oil painting and gave rise to the "Text Panel," the entire continent had begun undergoing dramatic changes.
Outside the core zone, torrential rain poured from the heavens.
The lifeless Dream Crystal Plain had also welcomed its own ocean.
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