Angor temporarily put his concerns aside and asked, "How do I do it?"
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He proceeded down the path, more assured this time. According to Sunders, the mist-covered area was a peaceful paradise to him as long as he "let his instinct free". Nothing actually harmed him.
The shadows, funny. The strange music, not so bad. Even the misty air felt refreshing after he became determined.
Without his mental burden, he walked a lot faster than before as well. In his view, the entire Midnight Sovereign was a happy city with "clowns" singing and dancing everywhere.
The only problem was that their singing voices were terrible.
But this happiness only existed far away from him. Whenever he approached someone, all the clowns would immediately scatter, putting him back into complete loneliness.