"Huff... huff..."
Finally back in reality, Kroya took several deep breaths before he managed to calm down.
He eyed the Exploding Mosquito, now reduced to ashes, with lingering dread. This was the first time since his transmigration that he had been left in such a sorry state. That terrifying power had been utterly impossible to resist.
Fortunately, the angel's power had helped him. Otherwise, he really would have had no way out.
"Thank you... huh?"
He was about to thank the angel when he noticed the angel lying limply on the comfortable sofa, even their wings drooping weakly.
"W-what happened to you?"
This was the first time Kroya had seen the angel so weak. Had they used too much power inside?
Of course. That had been an Abyss Lord!
Kroya hurried over, took out his Gopherwood Harp, and began to play. Three-colored light circled the angel, gradually drawing in more white, cloudy vapor.
The angel's body absorbed this power like a bottomless pit.
"Ah, get well soon." Kroya played the harp earnestly, completely missing the slight twitch in the angel's expression and the smile they could not quite hide.
After about half an hour, they finally sat up slowly and sighed. "Lucky's friend, I can now confirm that this was the creation Zugmoy wanted to give Ring back then.
"A creation from the vast, boundless Astral Plane."
They were extremely weak, barely able to maintain even the light around their body. The sight filled Kroya with guilt.
"I'm sorry. I was too reckless."
He truly had not expected something so terrifying to be inside, something that could even bring an Abyss Lord's consciousness down in person.
"It's all right." The angel shook their head and pointed at his mage's robe. "The Mother Nest seems to have given you something. Aren't