The mouth on the Red Angel Evil Spirit's cheek said, "Oh, so you know this might be a trap."
"I thought you'd naively assume there were no traps here."
The Red Angel Evil Spirit chuckled and did not bicker with "herself."
She suddenly looked into the distance.
She looked toward the depths of the tributary.
There, a figure was particularly eye-catching.
The figure would occasionally turn around, then occasionally walk deeper into the tributary.
It paced back and forth like this, as though it could never break free from the river.
The reason the Red Angel Evil Spirit had noticed the figure was because it was enormous, nearly as large as the surrounding stone pillars.
It wore a somber black robe, and from the side, its face appeared quite aged.
Its face bore distinct Southern Continent features, with patches of decay and white feathers stained with pale yellow grease growing from it.
The mouth on the Red Angel Evil Spirit's cheek immediately cried out in a low voice, "Salinger."
"She really hasn't completely perished."
"But even if she might contain the Red Priest Uniqueness..."
"How are you going to get over there?"
"How will you extract the Uniqueness from her body?"
The Red Angel Evil Spirit had yet to answer.
Suddenly.
Underworld Emperor Salinger abruptly looked toward the Red Angel Evil Spirit.
In her eyes, pale flames seemed ready to go out at any moment.
At that moment, a low roar emerged from her decayed mouth.
The roar echoed through the emptiness above the river, causing the entirety of Calderón City to shake noticeably.
Then.
Salinger turned around and, with firm determination, waded through the water toward the Red Angel Evil Spirit at the foot of the stone steps.
"She's coming!"
"She looks interested in you."
"Why aren't you running