Angel took steps out of the dome formed by shadows.
As Angel left, the dome began to shrink continuously, transforming into a panther-like shadow. The panther shadow flicked its tail and changed from shrinking to "melting," finally sinking into Angel's shadow.
Angel yawned while rubbing his shoulders and neck, which were a bit sore from sleeping in a sitting position, as he walked toward the center of the platform.
Angel's unhidden footsteps immediately drew everyone's attention.
Most of the gazes were lingering on Angel's hands or his pockets. In their imagination, Angel should have refined something to trade with Cicia.
But it seemed he had nothing? Moreover, if it was alchemy, the efficiency was astonishing!
Angel noticed everyone's eyes and curiously extended his hands, looking at his palms and the back of his hands. It seemed there was nothing unusual? His gloves seemed a bit crooked; was that the reason?
