Chapitre 990: Dream Wasteland

Angor's excuse wasn't a very good one because he had no reason to suddenly take out a Mystery item and risk upsetting a wizard at a time like this. Besides, he had ample time to do his "research" elsewhere. Doing so in the Abyss Plane was not a good choice.

In Sunders' view, Angor was hiding something. Again.

"I was indeed using the whelk, sir. I want to know where an item affected by the whelk will go."

"What do you mean? It will go into a dream. Where else?"

"I'm still trying to find out, sir. But… My work was interrupted."

"Huh…" Sunders looked at Angor up and down. "What are the possible results you can think of?"

"I can only answer that after I'm done with the test. May I have a few minutes?"

Sunders nodded. He also would like to know what kind of curious subject Angor came up with.

He watched as Angor began to release a strange energy ripple into the room while preparing a cantrip.