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.
