Angor knew that most creatures did not look above them much, so he moved to the ceiling and slowly went for the hall along the ceiling wall.
There was nothing beyond the first corner except some traces left by the fight yesterday.
The hall was just around the next corner. Angor slowed down further and held his breath, then peeked from the corner of the passage wall.
He immediately noticed something was different.
The hall looked messy. The blue giant was nowhere to be found, and lots of bloodstains scattered on the beautiful carpet.
Angor looked carefully. He could almost see the entire hall. Neither the giant nor younger Sunders were here.
“What happened? Did they fight again and leave?” Angor considered. He quickly gave up that idea. The giant was big, so there was no way it could fit through the small wooden door inside the hall. However, Angor did not find any traces left by the giant on his way here. Did it vanish into thin air?
Angor looked toward the wooden door again. It was shut yesterday, but it was left open now. Someone must have left that way.
Maybe it was the younger Sunders, Angor pondered.
So Sunders defeated the blue giant and passed through? Whether correct or not, Angor knew he was lucky this time.
No blue giant, no young Sunders… nothing was threatening him now. Angor sighed in relief and flew inside the hall, feeling satisfied.