Warlock Apprentice

Sanders shook his head helplessly in response to Kanter’s question. The development of the situation had also been beyond his expectations. Initially, Rhein Mute had simply come to ‘take a break’ and avoid some troubles. If possible, he wanted to secretly check on his daughter’s well-being and then return to Barbarian Cave with Angel. But unexpectedly, Angel’s whereabouts remained unknown, and Sky Island had undergone a crisis.

Rhein didn’t need his concern; he had the fragment of the Mayfly which allowed him to slip away undetected at any time.

However, Sanders was greatly troubled by Angel’s current state.

His plan was to search for Angel in Ice Valley as soon as things here were settled. But the events at Sky Island had delayed him by three days.

What was most important to Sanders was the fact that he had been continuously sensing the essence of blood, even though Angel’s blood essence was strongly influenced by some powerful force, making it hard to detect.

Just recently, for the first time, Sanders sensed the essence of blood.

Although he couldn’t pinpoint the location of the essence, he could feel that it was very close to him.

This closeness was relative only to the realm. But Sanders felt that the essence might no longer be in the first layer of the Abyss, but rather, it might have returned to the third layer.

This left Sanders rather distressed. What exactly was happening with Angel? Did he truly possess the essence of blood? If he did, why had he returned to the third layer?

Or was it possible that Angel had been taken back to Wind Whisper Valley by that supremely powerful being?

Because of these uncertainties, Sanders planned to discuss the situation with Rhein.

As for the “reconstruction plan for Sky Island” that Kanter mentioned, Sanders had no intention of participating.

When they arrived at the central hall of Sky Island, they found that it wasn’t just the two of them; all of the surviving wizards on Sky Island had gathered there.

The central hall, now in ruins, was filled with wizards sitting or standing, some on higher ground, some in depressions. Although they appeared scattered, there wasn’t a single sound from anyone present; the atmosphere was heavy with sorrow due to the recent chaos caused by the Evil God.

Sanders and Kanter found a space within the crowd and looked towards the center of the hall.

Lord Monty stood solemnly on the tattered red carpet, with a listlessly bored Rhein Mute beside him.