Angor halted his movement upon hearing those words.
Did I hear that voice before?
The mist illusion would not obstruct his own view. Carefully, he inspected the floating shadow, which seemed to be a large man wearing a silver robe.
"Mister Sabot…?" He tried speaking when the shadow also looked at his face as if the mist weren't there.
"Who the heck are you?" Sabot checked the middle-aged man who deployed the mist in great confusion.
Angor canceled his illusion and saw Bismarck already unconscious due to the torture and the spirit pressure unleashed by a wizard.
"I know this illusion. Who are you, and why do you know my name?" Sabot asked again.
Angor simply removed his disguise and put on his usual young look.
"Angor?!" Sabot's furious look quickly changed into that of delight. "What are you doing here? What happened between you and Bismarck?"
