The night was pitch black.
A wooden boat cut through the darkness, heading deep into the Black Swamp.
A lantern hung at the front of the boat, its faint glow illuminating the surroundings, guiding the way forward.
Carl manipulated the Lesser Mage Hand, propelling the boat forward.
Behind him, Angel Remi stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes shining with an incandescent white glow as she gazed into the distance.
An Angel! A genuine Angel! This was a being that only existed in stories. Carl never imagined that one day he would share a boat with a real Angel. The pure aura emanating from her was vast, endless, and seemed to possess the power to soothe all things. Second Order? Third-tier? It was certain—a being far beyond the First Order!
"Respected Angel." After the initial surprise and confusion, Carl's emotions had somewhat settled, and he tentatively asked, "What do you seek from the Grey Robed Wizard?"
