The So-Called Treasure

The vertical pupil beyond the door brimmed with coldness and cruelty as it swept across this dark land without restraint.

Angel jumped in fright.

He understood that if he did not take protective measures, he would be exposed to Leviathan's gaze. Being watched by a frenzied Leviathan was definitely not a good thing.

Before Leviathan noticed him, Angel dropped straight down. After landing, he arranged a faint Nightmare Illusion around himself, blending into the deathly silent land around him. At the same time, he fully activated Boundless Silence, making his body seem almost nonexistent.

Even so, Angel still did not feel entirely secure. The island had not seemed so open before, but now that dawn shone in, the nearly unobstructed terrain around him made his heart pound like a drum—thump, thump, thump—filling him with unease and apprehension.

Although Leviathan's spiritual perception was weak, this land was far too open, with nowhere to hide. The illusion nodes simply floated in midair. If Leviathan sensed the fluctuations of those illusion nodes, it would likely notice that something was wrong.

"I have to find cover and avoid Leviathan's line of sight." Even in this emergency, Angel calmly directed his body with his thoughts.

He turned his head, surveying the surroundings for advantageous terrain.

Suddenly, he spotted a collapse pit not far away.

The earthquake had already stopped, and the island's landscape had been completely altered. The place Angel had noticed had originally been a mountain ridge. Tulas had deliberately come here before in order to hide within a concealed space inside the ridge.

Now the ridge was gone, leaving only a not-too-narrow fissure in the collapsed ground.

Angel's mind worked quickly. If his guess was correct, there should be a space beneath the collapse pit where one could hide. Tulas had been concealed