Sanders knew very well that if Angel wanted to research mysterious power, he would not possibly choose this moment to draw attention to himself. Besides, by his own account, he had obtained the Dream Conch some time ago. Any research that needed doing should already have been done; there was no reason to rush now.
Therefore, Sanders felt that Angel perhaps had some other purpose.
"I am indeed researching the Dream Conch. But I only wanted to see where the items dragged into dreams by the Dream Conch go."
Where would they go? Sanders froze.
Though he had never studied the Dream Conch's mechanisms, he had heard a few things from scattered anecdotes. Weren't things simply dragged at random into the vast Dream Realm? Where else could they go?
Angel said, "I was actually conducting a small experiment, but before I found an answer, Mentor returned."
Sanders studied Angel carefully and asked hesitantly, "What answer are you seeking?"
"That depends on the result." Angel paused. "Mentor, could you give me a few minutes to see the results of my experiment?"
In the end, Sanders nodded. Even now, he had not figured out what Angel was trying to do. He might as well take this chance to investigate.
Once he gave his consent, strange energy fluctuations began to emanate from Angel's body.
Sanders could tell that Angel was constructing a cantrip model.
"Yet it has already been a minute. It seems this cantrip model is not familiar to Angel," Sanders mused inwardly.
Just as Sanders was guessing what cantrip Angel was constructing, a bizarre energy mingled with the power of Nightmare Illusion enveloped Angel. The next second, Angel fell into a deep sleep.
"Hm? It's actually a dream-type cantrip?!" Sanders raised his brows. Dream-type cantrips were an exceedingly obscure branch. Come