The voice was still in his ears, but his vision had turned into nothingness.
His previous experience was like an illusion. But when he looked into the Time Thief's eyes, it felt like it really happened in the distorted space-time.
Angor had no idea what happened. He didn't know if the Time Thief really saw him from the other side of space. But the scene was deeply engraved in his mind, as if he had witnessed a miracle in time and space.
Angor cast away his illusions and returned to reality.
Whether the Time Thief's whisper was real or not, Angor was sure that the dog's bark was real.
When he looked around, the Clock Forest was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't see the sky or the ground. It was just an empty space without any landmarks. There was nothing but darkness as far as his eyes could see. He couldn't see the dog at all.
But Angor was sure that he heard the dog's bark. That was why the Clock Forest turned into bubbles.
But why was the dog gone again? Did it not want to come out? Or was it playing hide-and-seek with him again?
"Hey, puppy, I heard you. Don't hide anymore," Angor spoke to the void in a comforting tone.
However, there was only silence in the surroundings. There was no response.
"You're a mature puppy now. Come out and see me. Playing hide-and-seek is childish." Angor changed his tone again. He tried to trick the puppy into coming out by saying "You're a grown-up now. We can talk as equals."
But the puppy didn't fall for it.
It seemed the dog didn't want to see him for the time being.
However, from the Dalmatian's barking, he could tell that it was observing him from a corner. Besides, he already had an idea about what happened just now.
Maybe the dog told him to see the Clock Forest for some reason. But it didn't expect the Time Thief to be able to influence him from the past. The puppy had to bark loudly to disperse the illusion.
If Angor was right, at least the puppy was still on his side. In that case, his safety here should still be guaranteed.
Maybe the puppy didn't come out because it had something else to do? Maybe it went to talk to the Time Thief? Angor guessed.
Since it was a matter of safety, there was no need to worry.
He decided to wait and see if Spotted Puppy would come out to meet him after it was done with its "business".
As for exploring the surroundings? If there were obvious spots of light around him, or if there were clear landmarks, such as a floating platform, a floating ruin, a fantasy forest, or a twisted tunnel … then he could explore them. But now, he was surrounded by a pitch-black void. There were no landmarks at all. What was he going to explore?
Of course, holding back was only an expedient measure at this moment. If the dog didn't show up after a long time, and nothing changed, he would go and check the area.
Apart from that, there was another reason why he chose to stay here.
He believed there must be a reason behind the dog's actions. It was as if he had seen a dot of light on the platform, and when he had reached the dot of light, he had been sucked into another void by the clock, and had seen the Clock Forest ….
This was like a process of "guidance", and it was definitely Dalmatian's doing behind the scenes.
At this time, it did not guide him anymore. Perhaps it had already guided him in place and only needed to wait.
With these two thoughts in mind, Angor decided not to do anything.
Time slowly passed. Angor didn't bother to calculate how long he had been standing in the pure darkness. Maybe a few minutes, or maybe several hours.
Angor didn't move at all during the whole process. Apart from paying attention to his surroundings, he spent the rest of his mind thinking about what he learned from witnessing the Beginning of Mystery.
Every now and then, Angor would summon several Mystery objects in his hand.
Everything indicated that Angor's understanding of Mystery power was getting deeper and deeper.
Angor even believed that as long as he was given the right environment and the right materials, he could craft a Mystery item … or at least a half-step Mystery item.
Of course, this was only Angor's "feeling". He might not be able to do it in the future.
At least, Angor already had the idea of how to craft a Mystery item. Many alchemists aimed to reach the Mystery level, but they didn't even know how to reach that level, let alone craft one.
He had already surpassed 99% of the alchemists in this regard.
While waiting, Angor occasionally thought about other things. For example, Gluzdavid, Boroye, Sentinel, and Woof.
Woof should be fine. It and Dalmatian were like master and servant. Since Woof asked Dalmatian to help, it meant that they had a good relationship.
As for Gluzdavid and Boroye, they probably weren't doing well. They were Woof's targets, after all. Maybe Woof was already negotiating with them through Dalmatian's power.
Angor, on the other hand, was worried about Sentinel.
This time, the Sentinel was swallowed up, but it was mostly because of the shockwaves. Angor believed that Sentinel was a good wizard, but he couldn't be compared to Dalmatian's standards.
Perhaps the Overseer was suffering the same way as Gruz Dward.
Angor decided to talk to Dalmatian about this when he saw the dog. He didn't care what happened to Boroye and Gluzdavid, but it was better to let Sentinel go.
However, he had to see Dalmatian first.
Where are you, Dalmatian?
…
Sentinel, whom Angor was worried about, was currently moving around the white wall of the secret room while resisting the weak attraction force.
Since the Dalmatian was able to enter, there must be an exit to this white room.
Sentinel was looking for the exit.
However, after two hours, the inspector walked around the edge of the pure white chamber and found nothing. It was as if the chamber had been refined by an alchemist.
Maybe the exit wasn't at the edge, but at the center?
Sentinel looked at the center and saw Gluzdavid and Boroye still trying their best to resist the attraction force.
What was worth mentioning was that Boroye only had seven tentacles left now.
Boroa had done an experiment before. It cut off one of its tentacles and allowed the tentacle, which still had a wisp of consciousness, to touch the mysterious fruit.
It wanted to see if it would turn into a rain of blood just like what happened outside.
As it turned out, the result was the same.
Boroye's tentacle turned into a rain of blood, which dyed the center of the room red.
During this process, Gruz and Deward also tried to contact the Deacon and have him come over to help, or at least drag them to the periphery … But in a situation where the Laws and Mana Whirlpools couldn't be used, the Deacon could only personally enter the center to save them. Wasn't that courting death? Sentinel had no choice but to refuse.
But he couldn't find the exit on the wall. Was the exit really somewhere in the center?
Did he really have to go back to the center? But he didn't have an effective way to resist the attraction force. No.7
Sentinel felt a little tired.
What kind of monster did they offend this time? He was a legendary wizard, Boroye was a legendary fighter, and Gluzdavid's avatar was as strong as a level-5 wizard.
Such a powerful lineup was actually swallowed by a little puppy that didn't seem to pose any threat. Moreover, they didn't even have the slightest ability to resist.
That little puppy … what kind of terrifying existence was it?
Was there a demon in the shape of a spotted puppy in the void?
Why didn't he hear about it before?
Sentinel rubbed his swollen temples. He couldn't tell what kind of monster the puppy was. Maybe it was a legendary or something even stronger.
But that wasn't important anymore. What was important was the puppy's attitude toward them?
Angor!
Angor must have something to do with the puppy. Ever since Angor returned to the center of the mist zone, Sentinel felt that he had nothing to fear. Maybe it was the puppy that gave him that confidence.
As long as they could find Angor, they could find the truth and leave this place.
But … Angor, where are you?
…
Angor sat on a glowing piece of grass in the dark space. He narrowed his eyes and waited in silence.
A long time had passed, so long that Angor's mind had become a wild horse running around in different dimensions.
Finally, the change he was waiting for finally came.
Angor heard a low howl coming from above.
He abruptly opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked up into the sky. But he didn't see anything. Maybe it was because he was too far away?
Two minutes later, Angor finally saw something strange.
A golden meteor with a long tail was falling from the sky.
A golden meteor? What was that? He looked into the distance and tried to see what the golden meteor looked like. However, he couldn't see its composition no matter how hard he tried. He wondered if there was something blocking his vision.
Strangely, the golden meteor was falling "down", but Angor felt something familiar about it.
It was as if it wasn't really falling down.
Instead, it was falling from a higher dimension to the real world. It was the "falling" of dimensions, not the "falling" of space.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, or if it was because of the multi-dimensional structure he saw in The Beginning of Mystery, which made him think of everything in multiple dimensions.
Either way, the falling golden meteor did feel strange to him.
Angor put that aside for now and focused on the golden meteor.
As the golden meteor got closer, he could see its shape clearly.
It wasn't a meteor at all.
Instead, it was a drop of golden liquid that fell from an unknown place.
When he was sure that it was just a drop of golden liquid, an image suddenly appeared in his mind.
Not long ago, in the Forest of Clock.
The Time Thief was about to push open the Wheel of Time gate when something poked him.
A drop of golden blood rolled down from the Time Thief's fingertip. The drop of blood disappeared into thin air.
"Is that golden liquid the Time Thief's blood?" Angor looked at the golden meteor in the sky and wondered.
It was only a guess, but he had a feeling that he was right this time.
Dalmatian showed him the Forest of Clock. There had to be a reason behind it.
Perhaps the meaning behind it was clear here — the golden liquid was the blood of the Time Thief.
And Dalmatian got it!
With that in mind, he looked at the golden liquid in the sky and grew excited. He didn't know what the Time Thief's blood could do, but anything from such a powerful being was valuable, not to mention a drop of blood from a fingertip.
So … did Dalmatian give him some benefits?
My good dog didn't let me down.
Angor praised in his mind and waited for the drop of golden blood to fall from the sky.
But soon, he put away his excitement. That was because he had discovered something … the golden blood did not seem to be real.
Just like the Clock Forest, it seemed to be just an illusory shadow.
So the dog wasn't giving him any benefits, but was telling him that it wanted the golden blood? I can give it to you if you want. Go and find it! It's in the sky!
Angor tried to imagine. Dalmatian shouldn't be such a dog, right?
As it turned out, Dalmatian wasn't such a dog.
It was still Angor's good dog.
When the golden blood was only a few hundred meters away from Angor, it broke through the dimensional barrier and began to turn from an illusion to a real one.
In Angor's vision, the golden blood stopped.
The drop of golden blood had already stopped in the air. It was like a burning star. It was shedding its illusory bubbles and gradually turning into reality.
Angor was sure that the golden blood was changing because of the presence of the aura.
Before, there was no golden meteor or aura. But now, the powerful aura, which felt like the flow of time, was slowly showing itself.
This conversion process was not fast. It might take dozens of seconds, or even a few minutes, to complete the conversion.
Angor waited in silence.
At first, he just wanted to see the golden blood as soon as possible. But very quickly, his attention was completely attracted by another matter ….
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