Angor stepped out of the underground cave.
He didn't learn much information from Flowey. The only thing she remembered about her past life was that she had a brother and that her home was pretty cold.
Anything else had slipped from her mind. Why she ended up in Otherworld, and how she died… she knew nothing about them.
Angor wasn't sure if the little girl simply didn't wish to think about these matters. It didn't matter anyway.
The small bird was also a clue. Angor couldn't remember any bird with such magnificent peacock feathers. Following this lead might help him find where Flowey lived before.
He proceeded to leave the graveyard through the gate. The zigzagging path ahead led straight toward the towering castle on the distant mountain. There were more woods on both sides, where the cries of the female souls could still be heard.