The shadow itself originated from the Abyss of Corruption, a conglomeration of all negative energy, and it had a considerable degree of ward against the tide made of resentment.
However, the boundless wave of resentment was endless, and even though the shadow could resist it, it could no longer advance further at this moment.
On one side was the surge of resentment, and on the other, the sinister shadow; neither was a good thing, yet at that moment, they maintained a terrifying balance.
Under this terrifying balance, Angel obtained a moment of freedom.
Although Angel felt he could move again for the moment, he didn’t know where to go. Darkness surrounded him, with no paths in sight; he didn’t even know if he had already fallen into the Abyss.
As Angel felt at a loss, a call suddenly came from the darkness.
“Angel.”
Angel paused, seemingly seeing a Light Gate in the darkness with a figure standing outside it, calling him.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the Light Gate.
The moment he stepped through the Light Gate, the mist cleared, and chaos shattered…
…
Angel suddenly opened his eyes, the brilliance of the outside world blinding him for a second, causing him to squint reflexively. Through the narrowed slits of his eyes, Angel saw a figure standing by his side.
“It seems you’re awake now, how are you feeling?” a deep voice reached Angel’s ears.
Angel struggled to sit up, his eyes now adjusting to the light, slowly opening them: “Mentor?”
It was then that Angel noticed the figure standing nearby was none other than Sanders. Sanders, with his back to Angel, had picked up something from the table and was leisurely placing it back in the Gravity Garden.
Angel was taken aback; he vaguely saw that the object looked like… a humanoid puppet?
Could it be the puppet that had suddenly appeared in the darkness before?
Suddenly Angel remembered that Sanders had spent seven million Magic Crystals at the Twilight Auction to buy a Mysterious Object, which seemed to be called the Resentment Puppet?
Combining the appearance of the puppet that released waves of resentment in the darkness with his current realization, Angel seemed to understand something.
Angel looked around and found himself lying on a bed, a very familiar bed—it was the one in Pat Manor where he had slept since he was a child.
“Is this my room?” Angel asked in confusion: “What exactly happened, how did I end up here?”
Sanders turned his head to look at Angel: “You passed out, as for why you passed out, you haven’t forgotten, have you?”
Angel hesitated a bit, recalling the previous events: “I was fighting Eulica when I saw her bring out a crown, it was the Crimson Authority, and right after that, the Crimson Authority released a red glow, and then I plunged into chaos. In the dark chaos, it seemed like I saw an Abyss of Corruption, and, a puppet.”
After hearing Angel’s recollection, Sanders nodded, neither confirming nor denying: “It seems you remember.”
“Crimson Authority, I remember that you even duplicated it once, right?” Seeing Angel nod, Sanders raised an eyebrow: “Since you knew about the Crimson Authority, you still foolishly stood there, were you looking for death? Don’t tell me, you were so scared at that moment that you forgot how to use the Gravity Meridian?”
Faced with Sanders’s ridicule, Angel quietly bowed his head: “At that time, I was puzzled and didn’t react.”
“When an unknown Mysterious Object is aimed at you, what you should do is find a way to deal with it, or if there is no way, run away quickly,” Sanders said irritably: “It’s also fortunate that you resisted at the last moment, and because the Crimson Authority isn’t of the instant-death type, otherwise you wouldn’t be unconscious now, but rather ready for eternal rest.”
Resisted at the last moment? Angel pondered for a moment, as if recalling something.
When the red glow from the Crimson Authority was rushing towards him, Angel had already begun to experience a muddled state, but at the most critical moment, a message of Soul Gospel briefly flashed through his mind. Without thinking, he followed this Soul Gospel and used Magic Power to activate his right eye.
Angel touched his right eye, which now showed no abnormalities, but at that time, it must have been the activation of that peculiar mask.
The last moment of resistance Sanders referred to was that mask?
“Mentor, what exactly happened?”