“It seems the guest's feedback, after a drawn-out post-feast resonance, has finally arrived,” Sanders's voice reached Angel's ears.
Angel nodded, his blue eyes beautifully transparent and gleaming from the falling light.
“The guest seems quite satisfied with this Feast,” Angel's gaze shifted from the sudden burst of golden light in the distance, slowly settling downwards.
Those who heard Angel's voice also followed his gaze.
At some unknown moment, the ground began to emit streams of black vapor. Even with the naked eye, one could clearly see these vapors.
These black vapors were filled with an aura of resentment, but as the sunlight continued to bathe the land, all the places touched by the sunlight saw the black vapor boiling upwards and scattering into the air.
Seeing this sight, everyone realized that this Feast had not failed as they had previously speculated.
It was just that the guest's response had been slow.
And the evaporation of these black vapors signified everything.
The so-called black vapor was actually the malaise that had accumulated over the years on this land. The Witches present could kill or banish the undead, but neither could eradicate the longstanding malaise of the land.
Without removing this malaise, the menace would always remain.
Even if, by leveraging Angel's Samsara Overture, the undead of the Black Castle region were temporarily eradicated, as long as the old maladies persisted at the root, there would always be a chance for the dead ashes to rekindle and return with a vengeance.
But this malaise, which no one had been able to remove, was finally purged through the combined efforts of Greya and Felicia.
Above their heads, the sun shone broadly, illuminating the world.
The ground was covered with large swaths of black vapor rising.
At this moment, even the hardest-hearted of Witches felt a soft spot within them touched.
“Sunshine diffuses, hope revived…” Mrs. Kimberly watched this spectacle with misty eyes, a soft, gentle smile on her lips.
As Sanders had said before, this witnessing was not overly thrilling, nor did it present any dramatic rises and falls, but as soon as the satisfaction of the guest was confirmed, everything unfolded in the predetermined direction, developing steadily.
Black vapor was rising; sunlight was spreading, all without much tumult.
Angel was not a man of Black Castle, so he could not share their excitement, yet watching this sight, he too felt moved.
A thousand-year-old dream, once drowned in the darkness of bygone days, began a new chapter in the light.
No one knew where Black Castle would go next, or what stories the new pages would tell. But one thing was certain–if there was no change, hope would never come; only continued descent into oblivion.
When Black Castle was finally bathed completely in sunlight, and the dark clouds and Lightning Serpents that once floated overhead had vanished, Greya and Felicia came together hand in hand.
Mrs. Kimberly curtsied to them, expressing her sincere gratitude.
Although the black vapor had not been entirely eradicated, everyone knew that it was only a matter of time.
And after witnessing such an awe-inspiring event, no one misjudged the role of the Gourmet Sorcerer again.
Even Angel gained a deeper understanding of the Gourmet Sorcerer's significance. They were not mere vassals of Witches; their existence might carry a meaning even closer to the essence of the world.
At least, Angel could not imagine how he himself would uproot the foundation of this diseased land.
The witness's banquet ended under broad sunshine.
The atmosphere of Black Castle seemed to begin changing, but in reality, there were many issues still urgently needing attention. Take, for example, the talus pits of the Sunbird; that place was not just a wasteland but also filled with corpses and undead, perhaps even more terrifying entities. Although the talus was some distance from Black Castle, there was a conduit for transporting corpses into the castle walls. Therefore, this formed another complication.
However, these matters were not Angel's concern. With Isabel's vision, she would undoubtedly address them one by one.
In the coming period, Black Castle would probably enter a long phase of transformation. This might be painful for the castle, but one could see a future and hope.
During this period of transformation, as an outsider, Angel naturally would not participate.
He was now considering his departure.