He went through his memories carefully and failed to recognize the painting. He recorded them in his hologram tablet, so if he took the time to check, he could confirm his idea. However, time was a little tight for him now. Besides, he could not take his tablet out when Sunders was around.
Jon always trained Angor to closely observe the small details around him. This skill would help Angor to capture those details and combine them with reality, to acquire innovation and opportunity from anything and everything. Angor was always good at catching such small details, and he more or less believed that this one was not here before even though there was no proof.
Of course, Angor did not know why a painting appeared out of nowhere. Could it be something about the Nightmare Realm again? But why would this place add another painting?
Sunders’ voice came from the distance.
“Angor, time is almost—”
“Yes, I’m on my way!” Angor looked at the “Milking Shepherd” again and decided to take it. He rushed back to the hall holding two paintings on his sides.
Sunders glanced at Angor’s “prize”.
“Smart choice. Those who love them will love them very much. We’re leaving. Like last time, when the ruptures fill up the place, throw yourself in there,” Sunders said. He then tossed two objects to Angor.
A dagger and a short magic cane. The weapons Angor took from younger Sunders.
“You keep them. Let’s see if you can bring those back as well.”
“Okay. I wish I can, for everything,” Angor replied.
“Let’s wish so,” said Sunders. He was not really interested in the other objects. He only cared about the channeling method book.
…
The Nightmare Realm consisted of multiple sections. Some of them were as big as worlds, while some were tiny like stones. Nether City was located in one of the outermost sections.
A giant figure emerged from the center of the Nightmare Realm and rushed toward the Nether City at an insane speed.
At the same time, Angor felt his heart racing like mad. An ominous feeling caused Angor to get cold limbs. He looked around worriedly.
Sunders frowned, “What’s the problem?”
Angor shook his head and took several hasty breaths before he said, “I don’t know… I feel stressed out. Like something is going to happen. Bad things.”
Sunders usually would not believe such words unless they were told by an Astrology Wizard or a Prophet. Yet, in such a time and place, Sunders somehow trusted Angor’s instinct.
Suddenly, the noise of strong explosions came from somewhere and reached the hall. The floor was shaking.
“Sonic booms! A high-level monster is here!” Sunders immediately recognized the noise. He looked at the “spider webs”, which was almost complete, and dragged Angor’s hand, “Leave, now!”
Angor was shocked. He was pulled toward the space rupture by Sunders instead of reacting on his own.
The entire hall abruptly crumbled. Everything disappeared along with another explosion. The pair turned around to look. They saw a faint figure standing in the distance…
The attack came from somewhere that far, and it destroyed the whole hall?! Both Sunders and Angor were surprised.
“The Stairs of Hanging Prison is crashed! Who is that?” Sunders questioned in astonishment. However, he could not care about that now. They rushed into the space rupture, with Angor behind Sunders.
As most of Angor’s body was submerged inside the rupture, a hand suddenly grabbed his left ankle.
The nails on the hand were long and sharp and were curling in a weird curve. The nails had crimson polish on them, which looked really gloomy.
Angor felt almost as if he was being dragged back when Sunders quickly held his body and hauled in the opposite direction fiercely. The instant support helped Angor shake off the strange hand.
Next, Angor watched the entrance behind him close up. In the last blink second, he heard something bellowing in rage…