Chapitre 627: To the Undercity

Angor had done retrieving his body and arranging his possessions, but Sunders had not let him go yet.

Since he had time, he decided to memorize what he observed inside Spotty's "stomach" and see whether he could put the knowledge into his illusions.

Cycles of life, unknown paths that always led to destruction, conflicting yet amazingly congenial rules… Bit by bit, he gathered all the small elements in his mind.

When it was almost time, he reopened his eyes as the model for an illusion was swiftly made in his mindspace, facilitated by the axes of the universe.

This was one of the simplest illusions. He was confident that the illusion was well-made, and that the "senses of Mystery" he blended in the illusion would be presented right in front of eyes soon.

His eyes twinkled as his mana slowly constructed the basic shapes of something unknown.

A powerful spirit suddenly restrained him in place.