Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 2091: Chapter 2092: Worry

Above the Star Pond, inside the Observation Pavilion.

A ”white old man” named Wallace, dressed in white from head to beard, raised his head to look at the sky.

In the distance, several wizards led by Duncan and Ferro were driving away the mist, a mix of gray and black, separating the sky from the horizon.

”Another eruption of living threads, and carrying a lot of parasites with it.” Wallace sighed, ”I don’t know how many similar pests are inside the ruins, and whether it’ll affect him.”

Wallace didn’t mention a name, but everyone in the Observation Pavilion knew that ”he” referred to Angel.

”No, Sanders said that the living threads infected by the rainbow dragonflies don’t affect Angel.” It was Ironclad Granny who spoke, gently grinding some tea leaves. When she placed the pestle back, she raised her eyebrows and also glanced at the sky.

However, she wasn’t looking at the mist in the sky, but at the distant, dark edge of the firmament.

”The Morning Star has already appeared. By the time it pierces the night, three days will have passed since Angel fell into the ruins.” Ironclad Granny retorted Wallace’s words, but deep down, she wasn’t too confident about Angel’s safety.

”If he really had a way out, he should have come out by now. He can’t be stuck in the ruins forever... Ouch!” The gray-haired old man, Nis, interrupted himself to glare angrily at the soul servant kneeling on the ground, massaging his feet. ”Can’t you be gentler? Stop, get me some tea.”

He kicked the soul servant away and continued nonchalantly, ”It’s been three days already, is he really still alive?”

Nis’s question was what everyone else was wondering as well.

Nobody wanted to face the news of Angel’s death, but after three days trapped in the ruins, did Angel really have a chance to survive?

”Lord Reine, what do you think? We can’t just keep waiting.” Wallace turned to Rhein, who was sitting with his eyes closed in a feigned nap.

Rhein opened his eyes, and a silent force spread instantly, filling the air with an inexplicable heaviness.

This was Rhein’s Talent as a Silent Sorcerer, though he usually refrained from using it, always consciously deactivating his silence field. But now, he ignored it, showing his inner lack of calm.

Rhein didn’t respond immediately, instead glancing at the back of the Observation Pavilion—a sleeping Sanders.

”Since Sanders claims he has a way to communicate with Angel, let’s wait a bit longer,” Rhein said calmly.

Wallace also glanced at Sanders and rubbed his temples. ”He’s asleep again. I told you that his so-called way of contacting Angel was done in dreams, but he wouldn’t admit it.”

”However, Angel only contacted Sanders on the first day, and there’s been no word since. I think it’s already very precarious.”

Wallace had made similar remarks before, not to be pessimistic but simply commenting, though there had always been opposition; this time, no one refuted him.

Everyone, though they could break through Rhein’s silence field, chose not to, relishing the heavy silence.

This oppressive silence maintained until Sanders opened his eyes.

”Any news from Angel?” Rhein immediately sensed the change in Sanders’s aura and turned to ask.

Sanders shook his head. ”He hasn’t sent me any messages.”

Disappointment flashed in Rhein’s eyes.

”Messages? How exactly do you communicate, and how can you send messages in a dream?” Wallace asked Sanders, for the third day in a row.

Sanders responded as he had before: he didn’t even glance at Wallace, completely ignoring him, as though he hadn’t heard.

Wallace looked hopefully around at the others, wishing someone would back him up. However, everyone was more concerned about Angel’s safety. Although they were curious about how the mentor and disciple communicated, they respected Sanders’s silence.

”It’s been three days. If he’s alright, he should’ve sent you a message. The lack of any message suggests something might’ve happened,” sighed Nis.

Even Sanders didn’t refute this because Nis had a point; if Angel had found a gap, even if he hadn’t met face-to-face in the Wilderness of Dreams, he should have left a note with Frode. But there’s been no sign from Angel to date.

Hard as it was to say Angel was dead, Sanders didn’t believe it.

Because the core authority of the Wilderness of Dreams lay with Angel. If he were truly dead, even if the Wilderness didn’t fall apart, there would be upheaval from the loss of authority. Yet, the Wilderness of Dreams remained unscathed, suggesting Angel was alive.

But being alive didn’t mean Angel was well.

He might be unconscious, or seriously injured, or he would have contacted them otherwise.

Rhein noticed Sanders’s hesitation and said, ”Since there’s no word yet, I’ll go in.”

The group fell into silence for a moment, with no objections.

Because aside from Rhein, none of them could guarantee entry and exit from the ruins.

”We should’ve done this earlier; we’ve wasted three days now.” Wallace jabbed at Sanders when he got the chance.

Despite his disdain for Sanders, Wallace didn’t stop Rhein, understanding the value of Angel and Rhein’s ability to scout the ruins’ state.

Sanders said nothing, nodding to Rhein, ”I can go in, too.”

Rhein shook his head, ”No need, you stay outside. If I go in, it might stir up resistance from the creatures inside, leading to a surge, and you’ll need to hold the defenses outside.”

Rhein paused and then looked at Ironclad Granny, ”I’ll leave things here to you.”

Ironclad Granny nodded slightly, ”I’ll handle things here. Be careful inside.”

Rhein nodded and, without further words, turned into a shadow heading towards the center of the Star Pond.

The group silently bid farewell to Rhein with solemn gestures.

However, just as Rhein was about to enter the passage at the Pond’s center, something unexpected happened.

A faint glow dissipated from the tunnel beneath the water.

”Something’s changed in the passage!” Everyone’s minds instantly jumped to this conclusion as they’d experienced such situations before. When a living creature is about to emerge from the passage, the space’s fluctuation creates a glow of energy.

The living threads had just surfaced, so this light was unlikely to be them.

If not the living threads, the most likely entities were the Magical Creatures within the ruins!

Realizing this, the group put everything else aside. Leaving only the person managing the Observation Pavilion’s barrier, the rest flew towards the center of the Star Pond...