This was an ancient and weathered voice that, along with its primitive tune, made everyone feel as if they were experiencing the breath of the ancients.
By the time they had come to their senses, they realized that there was an additional figure on the other side of the withered tree.
This was a 'person' in a gray robe, taller than the average human, and compared to Angel's height, probably only reaching up to his ribs.
The newcomer, leaning on a bone cane and wearing a mask of primitive totemic style, was permeated with a simple yet ancient sense of weirdness.
When Angel saw him, that inner feeling of "calling" suddenly disappeared without a trace.
This caused Angel's mind to stir.
"Was it you speaking? Who are you?" Angel looked towards the Totem Mask.
"I am one of an ancient tribe on the brink of extinction, but whom Your Excellency the Savior has pulled back from fading into oblivion. You may call me Wodell." After speaking, the Totem Mask gave Angel a deep bow.
