A terrifying thought indeed.
Setting aside unnecessary thoughts, the experience with the Black Boar Gland Fluid, at least, made Angel think more clearly. He now had the leisure to ponder questions and inspect his surroundings.
What he first focused on was the Icebound Hex that sealed Toby, fortunately, because he had been safeguarding it with the Hand of Magic it exhibited no abnormalities.
Only then did Angel examine his surroundings.
The place where he was seemed to be a dim, narrow alley. The ground was dry; air was circulating, indicating that this wasn’t a dead end.
Angel lifted his head to look at the only source of light—the entrance above him.
It seemed that he had fallen from this very entrance earlier.
There was a strange energy at the entrance, forming a chaotic gray membrane. Angel tried observing this membrane and realized that it was this very membrane that isolated all external scents and even sounds from intruding.
Angel dared not recklessly reach out, aware that chaotic energy must be roaring outside, and to investigate at this moment would be inviting death.
Moreover, Angel couldn’t be sure that the gray membrane at the entrance was safe. Many similar energy membranes were easy to enter but dangerous to leave, perhaps this membrane was the same.
Although he didn’t know the situation outside, at least for now, it seemed relatively safe.
Angel attempted to take out Sanders’s essence blood to try contacting the outside, but there was no response at all; it seemed the gray membrane also blocked the transmission of this type of signal.
With a sigh, Angel put away the essence blood.
In the dim alley, Angel couldn’t leave for the time being; thus, his thoughts began to race.
He hadn’t considered the root cause of the peril due to the urgency of the situation, but now, after calming down, he recalled everything that led him into danger—the bizarre energy from beyond the heavens.
It was this strange energy that shattered the note from Sanders, resulting in his fall into peril.
Now, thinking back, he realized how unlikely such a coincidence was.
Just at the critical moment, a strange energy fell from the sky, hitting the note exactly…
Clearly, this energy was premeditated.
But who would want to kill him? It couldn’t be Fafnir, could it?
With Fafnir’s strength, there was no need for such plotting to kill him.
Angel was puzzled, but he cast aside the question, instead turning his thoughts to his current situation and what steps he should take next.
Meanwhile, Fafnir, whom Angel had just mentioned, had retreated a few steps after entangling with Komodo, gaining a moment’s respite.
In this brief interval, Fafnir felt as though he had forgotten something.
No sooner had Fafnir the chance to ponder this than Komodo launched another attack without rest.
Fafnir lifted his head to see Komodo’s eyes turn blood red, seemingly enraged.
But upon closer inspection, one could catch a glimpse of Urdixinos and Milotaurus in Komodo’s fierce expression.
Confronted with sprays of fire, Fafnir had no choice but to turn and deal with each attack.
And the doubts that had risen in his mind were once again cast to the back of his thoughts…