The nightmare aura was almost gone, but Angor didn't fall for too long. He followed the remnant aura above his head and found the source of the nightmare aura.
Angor didn't know where the path was, but he had no other choice. He had to keep moving forward.
He already prepared for the worst-case scenario, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. "Just follow my directions. There's a way out."
Toby chirped. It didn't sound pessimistic at all.
While directing Toby to go where the nightmare aura was denser, Angor tried to recall what happened earlier.
When he was pushed into the tunnel, he subconsciously looked back. Although he was in a daze at the time, he still caught a glimpse of the person behind him … No, it wasn't a person, it was just a skeleton in the shape of a human.
Even though it was just a glance, Angor remembered everything about the skeleton.
It wasn't a nightmare monster. Maybe it was a summoned creature or a puppet. Angor believed that someone was controlling the skeleton to attack him as soon as the tunnel was completed.
And there was only one person in Twilight Well who had a grudge against him.
"Twilight?" Angor didn't want to guess, but he didn't dare to say for sure either. Being alone in the dark, his negative emotions had reached their limit, and he desperately needed a way to vent them.
Without a doubt, Twilight was nailed to the white wall and became the angry mosquito blood. Even if it was a misunderstanding, it didn't stop him from venting his anger.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. When his anger turned into a roar and was released, he only felt endless emptiness.
In the darkness, other than roaring angrily and making Toby nervous, what else could he do?
"Don't worry, Toby. We'll be out soon. " While comforting Toby, Angor was also trying to convince himself that there was still hope.
Angor once read a novel that said, "In a dark and chaotic world, years don't count. An era passes in the blink of an eye. "
At that time, Angor didn't think the author was trying to create an atmosphere. But when he himself fell into the dark and chaotic world, he began to understand the meaning.
It wasn't that years didn't count. It was simply that he couldn't sense time.
Angor felt that it had been a long time. Maybe a week, or maybe a month. But his body's physiological indicators clearly told him that it hadn't even been a day.
He wasn't hungry, and his head wasn't dizzy. The mana he used to release the Nightmare Domain wasn't fully replenished yet.
It might not even be half a day, let alone a day.
But he still felt that it had been a long time. He couldn't sense time anymore. His reference for time was gone, and everything was blurry. One day, when the biological clock in his body adapted to the darkness, would he even forget the concept of time?
He took out the pocket watch containing the hologram tablet from his bracelet and carefully put it on his chest. Then, he turned on the tablet.
The tablet's light's light's's light.
He did not feel scared when there was no light. But when he had the light as a contrast, he realized that there was an even deeper darkness in the distance. It was like a giant mouth waiting to devour him, bringing him the fear of the unknown.
It was like someone who was afraid's, standing's have a fear.. One step away was a thousand-meter deep abyss. Angor knew he was safe, but he was still afraid.
Angor looked away and focused on the hologram tablet.
Time: Month of Harvest (August), first day of the first month, 8 PM.
Angor left Brute Cavern at the end of the Month of Soothing Wind (July), 10 PM.
He did some calculations and came up with an approximate time when he entered the plane passageway.
Only one afternoon.
It was only four or five hours, but it felt like an entire month. Angor forced a smile.
"Tweet, tweet, tweet." Toby's curious voice came.
This was the first time he used the tablet in front of Toby. Angor didn't want to expose the real identity of the tablet. "My professor gave it to me to keep time."
Toby thought Angor was referring to Jon, but Toby thought it was Sunders. Angor gave a vague answer and changed the topic.
Toby continued flying under Angor's command for the next half an hour. Meanwhile, Angor opened his folder to check about the plane passageway.
Just as he had expected, if he wanted to leave the plane passageway safely, he would need a dimensional waymark to guide him. Otherwise, he could only rely on luck. However, plane passageways were usually point-to-point, and there might only be one two-way passageway in a plane passageway. The chance of finding the exit by luck was close to zero.
He thought for a moment and opened another folder.
It was a book he recorded in Sunders' library on the cloud whale. It was called "Where Are the Miraculous Treasures? Tenth Anniversary Edition".
"Where Are the Miraculous Treasures?" was a monthly periodical published by a magazine in a wizard market called "Ancient River". What Angor was reading now was the tenth anniversary edition of the magazine. It was a custom-made collector's edition.
There was also a line of common language on the cover that read "Gift to Phantom Master".
Angor opened the folder and quickly found his target by following the table of contents.
[Section Ephemera: A non-existent creature of unknown origin. Rumor has it that it's related to Candy House in Fairytown. Section Ephemera were extremely valuable. As long as they appeared in the world, Adepts who had caught wind of their whereabouts would swarm over. It can open up a new two-way passageway in a stable plane. The passageway can only be used once, but it has many wonderful uses for wizards …]
Angor carefully read the description of Section Ephemera, hoping that he could use it to leave this place.
But after reading the description, it clearly stated that the Section Ephemera needed to be used in "stable planes." Although the plane passageway seemed stable, that was only relative. Without the support of the world's consciousness, the plane passageway was extremely fragile.
Angor sighed. It seemed that using Section Ephemera was not a realistic idea.
Toby kept flying. The nightmare aura was getting thicker. Occasionally, Toby would take a break and eat something in Angor's pocket.
However, whenever Toby took a break, Angor would start to fall again. To avoid getting out of the nightmare aura's range, Toby would only rest for about ten minutes each time before he resumed driving.
After dozens of such breaks, Angor estimated that more than half a day had passed.
As Angor grew more and more disappointed, he suddenly saw a blinding light coming from a spot where the nightmare aura was concentrated.
…
Inside the auction hall of Twilight Well.
"What's wrong, Angor?!" Sunders yelled in panic. "Shit! You lost your GPS?! "
Sunders' expression changed. There were many reasons for the disappearance of the locator, but there was only one possibility for it to disappear without a trace. Angor went into the mist tunnel?!
Sunders stomped his feet and jumped out of the nest. He dashed outside as fast as lightning.
"Sunders?! Where are you going?! " Devildare, who was being attacked by Froggy, saw Sunders running away. "Huh? There are two Sunders here? But the one behind is a little dark? "
Sunders' voice came from afar. "Something happened to Angor. I'm going to check it out!"
"Something happened to Angor?" Devildare frowned. What would happen to the tunnel if something happened to Angor?
Sunders seemed to have read Devildare's mind. "The tunnel is closed!"
"But you can't just leave me here alone!" Devildare screamed in pain. "And —" Who's that shadow?
Before Devildare could finish his words, Sunders already disappeared from his sight.
Devildare sighed and looked around. He saw that the harp-wielder was not killed by Sunders. She looked a little messy, but she was fine. Most importantly, Devildare still found Fox's harp!
They estimated it to be a Mystic-level harp!
And Sunders just left like that? He even left the Mystery harp aside? Just because Angor was in trouble?
"So the rumors were right. This new student is really important to Sunders."
But why did Angor get into trouble? Devildare suddenly had a bad feeling. He hoped that things did not go as he expected.
Since the tunnel was closed, the mist in Twilight Well was quickly disappearing.
Sunders moved quickly on top of the building. He felt a little anxious as he looked at the disappearing mist. He had been talking to Angor all the time, so he knew the boy was having a good time. But something happened at the last minute. This was not normal.
According to Fox, the harp-wielder, "Shava" was called "Her Majesty" in private.
This title alone was enough to prove that "Shava" was not an ordinary person. Most likely, she was a noble in the core area of the Nightmare Realm.
That was why the dragonflies kept praising Shava and did not dare to attack Angor.
But something happened to Angor when the tunnel was closed. It was not the work of a nightmare monster. Someone must have planned it on purpose.
"What a shame. My dear student has been killed. He can't sacrifice himself for my research. What a shame." A deep voice came from beside Sunders.
Sunders looked back and saw his younger self with black eyes and red pupils.
"Come back. You shouldn't show up in public." Sunders reached out a hand and created a vortex on his palm. He quickly sucked his younger self inside.
A moment later, Sunders appeared in Lady's Juice.
As expected, the place was empty. There were no signs of fighting on the ground either.
Sunders' eyes glowed. He cast a level-1 spell, "Delirium Break", which allowed him to look back at the truth of history using tiny clues.
However, Delirium Break did not work. He did not find anything.
The entire Lady's Juice, from energy ripples to the composition of pheromones, was clean.
However, this cleanliness made Sunders even more certain that Angor was killed by someone!
As for who it was? Did it matter?
Angor might even think that it was Twilight who did it. But Sunders would never do that. Even if he wronged someone, or even killed someone by mistake, so what?
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