Chapter 1070: Section 1071: Void Tower
Angel was currently occupied with two things.
First, he lay on the roof, gazing at the mottled shadows of the trees, feeling the rhythm of the breeze around him.
The Wind Domain Field inherent to Fafnir, originally meant to shield from the gaze of external demons, enshrouded Angel as well to prevent him from being seen through by demons. But on the roof, due to a lack of anything better to do, he began to sense the whispers of the nearby breeze.
With this perception, Angel noticed the subtleties of the surrounding wind elements.
Or rather, the finesse of Fafnir’s control over the wind.
It was like strands of compliant thread, swinging gently as though in a gentle breeze or light rain, seemingly harmless, but in fact, every place was encompassed, forming a curtain of wind with the breeze serving as the thread. Yet should any anomaly appear in the vicinity, Angel believed that these gentle threads would instantly turn into steel wire blades, and that the gentle breeze would transform into a fierce wind bearing blades.
This control over the wind made Angel unconsciously immerse himself in its intricacies, desiring to delve deeper into the mysteries of the wind.
Angel’s probing was certainly within Fafnir’s perception. Had it been someone else, Fafnir might have immediately reduced the intruder to bones. But since Angel was indeed the emissary appointed by Odeclass, Fafnir frowned but permitted him to proceed. After all, with Angel’s strength, he wouldn’t comprehend much anyway.
Indeed, like a Domain, a Domain Field is part of the world that True Knowledge Wizards will come into contact with later on. Within the Wind Domain Field, Angel couldn’t uncover any mysteries. However, that didn’t mean he gained nothing. His “journey through the wind” was probably an honor no other wizard in the Wizards’ Realm had experienced. Even if some had, it would likely have been on a battlefield, where the Domain Field of the wind they faced was certainly not a gentle breeze.
Therefore, in this unique journey, Angel’s experiences were quite miraculous. Although his understanding of the wind remained superficial, he grasped some elements of the Wind Sequence.
The Wind Sequence, similar to the Rhythm of Water, is a tidal and cyclical expression of an element.
Grasping the Wind Sequence actually meant deepening one’s affinity with the wind. This would be of great help when learning and casting wind arts in the future.
Of course, Angel didn’t truly grasp the Wind Sequence but had developed an insight into some of its elements, a form of sentiment. If he spent some time reflecting on it, he might integrate it into his system.
This was an unexpected gain.
Beyond the insights from sensing the Wind Domain Field, Angel was engaged in another activity.
Now, every move he made could potentially be observed by other demons. Under such circumstances, constructing a Gate Model or learning new knowledge like before was not easy.
Since studying was not an option, he found something else to do, such as diverting part of his attention into his bracelet to monitor the situation within the Pliant Worm nest.
Previously, the Pliant Worm queen, due to the lack of rest and needing to quickly hatch ordinary Pliant Worms to engage in conflict with the Dreamweaver Ants—or more accurately, to one-sidedly feed the Dreamweaver Ants to avoid being devoured herself—didn’t have the time to rest.
Later, after accepting Kanter’s suggestion, Angel adjusted the frequency of the battles between the two sides.
This change brought about a new development in the asymmetric combat.
The Dreamweaver Ants were forced to cease fighting for several days after a certain period. This allowed the Pliant Worm queen to not be under such intense pressure, and she began thinking about how to break the deadlock.
How could she avoid being exclusively slaughtered by the Dreamweaver Ants? Relying only on ordinary Pliant Worms was clearly insufficient, as they were mere “laborers” with no fighting capability. To turn the tide, it was necessary to have a military caste.
Thus the queen began to concoct various strategic changes.
A few days earlier, Angel had discovered that the queen had laid one egg with a whitish-red hue and three with a metallic sheen.
This was clearly different from the eggs of ordinary Pliant Worms and likely the result of the queen’s strategic changes, possibly a new military caste among the Pliant Worms.
Over the past few days, whenever he had the chance, Angel would pay attention to any changes in these four special eggs.
Just a few minutes ago, Angel felt one of the eggs with a metallic sheen begin to move.
Therefore, Angel’s focus also turned to what was happening inside it.
After shaking for a while, the egg with a bronze hue began to crack at the top, signaling that new life was about to emerge.
In that moment, Angel’s anticipation reached its peak.
He naturally hoped that the “new military caste” hatched from this egg would be the Transforming Soft-bodied Insect, but when a pale yellow worm emerged, a hint of disappointment crossed Angel’s eyes.
Though this Pliant Worm was larger than the others and had a copper sheen, it was not the Transforming Soft-bodied Insect that Angel had been eagerly anticipating.
This was a Copper-armored Pliant Worm, a military caste among the Pliant Worms responsible for defense.
Upon reflection of the queen’s current situation, constantly threatened by the Dreamweaver Ants, her immediate production of Copper-armored Pliant Worms also made sense.
Although it was not the Transforming Soft-bodied Insect Angel had been hoping for, the Copper-armored Pliant Worm was still quite a rare magical bug, and its exuviae were excellent defensive materials. At least the Axo blood he had fed it wasn’t too much of a loss.
After its emergence, the Copper-armored Pliant Worm began to defend the area around the queen. Angel did not continue to observe any further; the other special eggs showed no signs of hatching, so he had to put that aside for the time being.
No longer distractions by Pliant Worms, Angel concentrated on sensing the Wind Domain Field.
Time quietly passed by.
After an unknown span, an anomaly suddenly occurred at the highest point of Lassudral, at the center of the Void Tower.
The reason Lassudral was known as the city that never slept was the dazzling orb of light at the top of the Void Tower, which illuminated the entire city incessantly.
However, the luminous orb at the top of the Void Tower began to dim slowly.
On a normal day, this orb would appear slightly dimmer at night to differentiate between day and night. But even when slightly dim, its light was still incredibly bright, merely the difference between early summer and midsummer.
But now it was different; the orb was dimming at a pace visible to the naked eye. In just two short minutes, Lassudral shifted from the bright daylight to pitch-black night.
The orb at the top of the Void Tower didn’t go out completely; rather, it shone like fluorite with a faint white glow.
From Angel’s perspective, it looked like a full moon.
“What’s going on? How did it turn from day to night?” Angel stood up, looking puzzledly at the distant Void Tower.
It wasn’t just Angel who was confused; the majority of demons in Lassudral shared this bewilderment.
A vast number of demons flew into the sky, eyes trained on the Void Tower.
Canaan, who radiated aquamarine glimmers like water, also flew up from the courtyard and settled on the roof.