Section 1869: The Critical Unknown Variable

Although admitting defeat before even attempting might be excessively cautious and demoralizing, Angel's words were sincere—they emphasized Frode's greater value compared to a mere Authority.

Angel's words stirred Frode's emotions, and he nodded solemnly: "I understand."

"Then let's begin." Angel said no more, turned around, and extended his right hand, his fingertip pointing into the air.

A faint green spatial ripple, resembling water patterns, started spreading from Angel's fingertip outward. As the ripple emerged, the surrounding thick fog, initially inert, rapidly churned.

It was as if a gust swept the fog into circles, eventually transforming it into a huge mist tornado that resembled an enormous serpentine dragon.

The three of them were at the center of the mist dragon. As the tornado grew more intimidating, a light orb appeared from its peak and drifted down like a leisurely feather, slowly settling in the palm of Angel's hand.