He had imagined many scenarios—when would the human wizards appear, in what manner, and under what circumstances?
He thought of many answers but never expected their arrival to be so swift and sudden.
Also, the timing was just as the sky Pattern was entirely obscured, and the humans’ massive floating iceberg passed through the last corner of night left in the sky.
Once the enormous iceberg entered Lassudral, the night in the sky finally perished, and the flames entirely enveloped Lassudral. It was as if a dome of firelight cocooned Lassudral.
No one could escape this “prison” made of flames.
“Indeed it’s humans.” Fafnir looked at the floating iceberg in the sky, not surprised, as she had previously sensed the possibility of a new faction outside the Void. She had speculated this in her heart.
Her speculation had proved correct.
However, the timing of the humans’ appearance was very interesting.
It was precisely when the Primeval Flame was about to be born, and the fire dome encapsulated Lassudral. In the following period, until the Primeval Flame was completely nurtured, Lassudral would become a completely enclosed Miniature Garden.
On such a Miniature Garden stage, what kind of play would the humans, demons, Demon God descendants, and the newly ascended lords perform?
Fafnir had plans to take Angel from Lassudral through the Abyss below before the dome fell. But, looking at the chaos before her, she suddenly felt curious to see how this play would unfold.
She raised her hand and cast a gust of wind, sweeping the surrounding sea of fire and thoroughly concealing the position of the Misty Cabin.
After doing all this, Fafnir contentedly perched on the only remaining tree top in the yard, activating a mode of watching the drama unfold.
Angel was also looking at the floating iceberg in the sky, but he was more interested in seeing the people on the iceberg clearly.
The floating iceberg, a distinctive mode of Flight, definitely belonged to the Frostmoon Alliance. Then, among the wizards who came this time, might there be familiar faces?
If Lord Kanter was here, maybe Angel could inquire about Sanders’ whereabouts.
Ever since Sanders disappeared in the Spatial Passage, Angel had been worried about his situation. If it hadn’t been for the blood essence Sanders left with him that hadn’t withered, Angel might have thought he was dead.
Speaking of blood essence, Angel suddenly thought of something and took out Sanders’ blood essence from deep within his bracelet.
When Angel saw the blood essence in his palm, his eyes flashed with surprise.
It was currently radiating a faint light, looking like a bright gemstone.
Angel had never seen such a state before. Curiously, he probed into the blood essence with his spiritual power, and the next second, a hazy voice suddenly appeared in his ear.
‘An…gel…’
Angel looked at the blood essence with surprise and doubt. Was it his imagination, or did he just hear Sanders’ voice?
He tried responding to the blood essence, “Mentor, is that you? Where are you?”
But after a long while, there was no response from the blood essence.
What was going on?!