Then, the next second, Angel saw an eye opening in the darkness and looking towards him.
What kind of eye was it? Angel couldn’t even begin to describe it; it seemed to see through everything in the world, fraught with wisdom, yet beneath the wisdom lurked an unrestrained malevolence and bloodthirstiness.
When that eye was observing him, Angel was not only unable to move but felt as if his entire being was seen through.
Whether flesh or Soul, in the gaze of that eye, he was utterly exposed.
Suddenly, a familiar itch emerged on Angel’s shoulder, and with the itch, the sensation of being seen through gradually dissipated… It was as if a layer of Mist had appeared before him, not only obscuring him from the view of the other but also preventing Angel from seeing the eye behind the Mist.
Thus, he missed the flash of surprise that passed through the eye.
The darkness gradually faded away, and the eye disappeared along with it, the light from the Fluorite reappearing before Angel’s eyes.
Angel didn’t know how long he had been in the previous darkness, but when he came back to his senses, he was surprised to find the roaring sound had vanished, and the world had returned to silence.
Angel looked at his intact hands and then at the door before him.
The door remained closed, but his body was unharmed? What was going on?
He looked back, the ground covered with rubble and minor cracks in the side and ceiling walls, but, fortunately, there was no collapse in this area.
He walked a distance towards the tunnel, soon coming upon a thick pile of rocks and soil, blocking any further passage.
Angel estimated the distance and successfully located his current coordinates from the mental sandbox in his mind: The collapsed tunnel stopped right below the Void Tower.
Angel had a moment of realization, seemingly making sense of the situation.
After all, if the tunnel where he was currently located had collapsed as well, wouldn’t the Void Tower above ground suffer damage too? Even if it didn’t collapse, it would become a Leaning Tower of Void.
It appeared that his previous worries had been overblown.
However, the real problem was still in front of him; how was he to get out?
Angel walked back in front of the door, which remained closed; reflecting on his previous experience, he felt something strange.
What exactly was with this door? And what was the deal with that eye before?
He looked at the pattern on the door – it was the same as before with no change.
Angel felt puzzled and could only shake his head with a sigh.
Then, as a matter of routine, he checked his shoulder with his spiritual power. The place where it had itched before showed no sign of anything unusual, so he let his guard down.
Concerning these trivial matters, Angel didn’t probe any deeper but instead contemplated the most practical issue at hand: how to leave this place?
The first thing that came to Angel’s mind was to dig through the pile of soil outside.
Since the tunnel had already collapsed, shouldn’t it be possible to dig a path to the outside?
With this thought, Angel extended a wisp of spiritual power through the gaps in the pile of soil, wanting to scout the situation first.