Chapter 550 - A Woman in the Painting
Going for the sky wasn’t a safe choice because of that giant monster that could knock people away by flapping its wings or some other body parts.
As a means of caution, Angor kept his sequence of gravity activated while climbing so that he could run away from danger the moment he saw any.
Despite his effort, he was still sent away by a strong air current before he could see what caused it. Due to the gravity power, he did not crash down this time. After tumbling in the air for a while, he managed to regain his balance.
He looked up again and saw the same giant shadow looming over him. It seemed that this unknown monster that he couldn’t see clearly was preventing him from going too high.
Was that some kind of wind spell?
Angor tried several more times, and every time, the strong wind would block his movement no matter how fast he flew.
After making sure that there was no way to leave the shadow’s territory by flying farther, he returned to the ground helplessly.
When he realized this, Angor stepped away from the painting in fear. At the same time, the witch became alive and slowly crawled out of the inner painting.
Inside the castle room, she gave Angor a devilish grin. She then lifted a hand and created a glowing, green portal in front of her.
An identical portal emerged from beside Angor.
Startled, Angor looked aside and saw the witch standing nor far from him across the passage. And this time, the mighty and murderous aura of the witch traveled through the portal and fell upon his body like a tidal wave.
Run… I must run!!
The aura didn’t feel much different from Isabella’s aura when Isabella wanted him dead. Angor couldn’t imagine what would become of him if the witch actually moved into the cottage.
She was probably as powerful as Sunders, if not stronger.
When the witch started walking, Angor immediately activated the sequence of gravity, which he had been preparing, and bolted toward the door. He was afraid that when the woman descended upon the world he was in, her power would easily render all his tricks useless.
“Give up… this is MY domain…”
Angor heard a sharp voice talking to him. And of course, he wasn’t going to listen.
Also, he heard someone yelping in surprise. However, he paid no heed to it and kept running while believing that the old hag used some other tricks to fool him.
Like a lightning bolt, Angor dived into the thick mist outside and left the cottage far behind, which sat there as quietly as before.
The green portal was still up, yet the old woman did not go through it. She stayed in the castle room with a disappointed expression.
She sealed herself in her old memories and drifted in an endless time loop so that she could wait for a Nightmare Watcher to come.
But that boy was already marked by something…
On his back… those green lines, slithering like vipers…