The surrounding cubes were still slowly peeling away, motes of light rising haphazardly like fireflies before fading.
But the Decayer paid no attention to the light around it. Its gaze remained fixed tightly on Angel.
"You should understand that if I had lied to you, there would still be noise in your mind right now."
The Decayer did not look away, continuing to stare at Angel as though it had to be certain of the answer.
Angel sighed and said softly, "I didn't lie to you. Whether it is Elan or the other Prushans, they have all embarked upon the path of revival."
"If you do not believe me, then once you awaken, you can listen for yourself to see whether there is still noise in your mind."
The Decayer looked deeply at Angel. Its enormous head gave an almost imperceptible nod, and in a low voice that was nearly a murmur, as though persuading itself, it said, "I... believe you."
After the words fell, the Decayer turned around and looked at Elan, who stood not far away, bathed in motes of light.
Complex emotions filled its eyes, eventually turning into a deep reluctance to part.
It vaguely sensed that the time for farewell might arrive soon... It did not know whether, after this parting, it would ever be able to meet Elan again.
Precisely because the road ahead was unknown, it did not wish to waste any more time thinking about anything else. It placed all its time, all its attention, on Elan.
Meanwhile.
The Little Demon Host had also come to Angel's side.
"You just said, once the Decayer awakens..." the Little Demon Host murmured. "So we really are in a dream?"
Angel's gaze drifted toward the carriage lantern on the Little Demon Host's tail. The flame within