Ethereal Sigh

Angel believed there might still be some gap. After all, although the general process of the illusion in the anomalous space was the same as the illusion he had personally crafted, there were still certain differences.

For instance, the illusion in the anomalous space had no music. After finding the Sea Goddess, Angel had also infused the giant turtle upon which she stood with the aura of the Nightmare Realm and sketched out the forms of many merfolk, sea demons, and the like. This whole chain of events that needed to be triggered was absent from the anomalous space's illusion as well.

As for which final result was superior, he would have to leave and test it himself before he could say.

Still, Angel felt that the difficulty of this anomalous space was simply unprecedented. It had even included a time limit. An anomalous space of such difficulty also represented just how wondrous this alchemical creation was. Angel truly wanted to know what rank this music box would ultimately reach.

With that thought, he pushed open the door leading out.

Outside, Angel, who had been immersed in the anomalous space all this time, suddenly opened his eyes. The music box he had newly crafted floated in midair, absorbing the strange fluctuations scattered through the nearby space after the anomalous space ended.

When Angel looked at it, those strange fluctuations were at their strongest. Facing this music box, Angel felt as though he were confronting a vast ocean.

That rhythm so perfectly aligned with the sea seemed to be the will of the ocean itself!

Angel's heart suddenly began pounding.

Though he had yet to use the Eye of Nalda to appraise it, that feeling of insignificance before an immense will alone gave him a guess as to the music box's