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Angel turned his head abruptly.
But on the doorframe that he had used as an anchor, suddenly, there appeared a shadow.
The shadow was initially as dark as ink, but as a light chuckle sounded, ripples of space began to emerge, and the shadow, as if blurred by water, gradually revealed its form.
It was a man wearing a wide robe and a tall hat.
The clothes on his body were made up of countless gold and silver clocks, interlocking and rotating like gears, and shimmering with a brilliant light.
On his head, he wore a round hat that resembled a clock. If someone else wore this kind of hat, it might seem ridiculous, but on him, there wasn't the slightest incongruity.
As if that was how he was meant to dress.
As for his face, it was still a pitch-black expanse, although the positions of his features were vaguely visible, the specific details remained indiscernible.
