"I knew things weren't that simple. What's trying to seize your body?" Negris stopped Ange and asked with confusion.
In fact, throughout the process, it felt quite unreasonable. The Serpent of Misfortune's demeanor lacked the grandeur of an Ancient God, and its speech wasn't entirely truthful; it always seemed to be hiding something. Now it knew—the Serpent of Misfortune was not in a good situation.
If the Serpent of Misfortune were in a desperate situation, then its behavior would make sense. It wasn't in a hurry before, but now it was Negris's turn not to worry, "What's trying to seize your body?"
"I don't know, only that it comes from the Chaos Plane. I've heard it was cast out," the Serpent of Misfortune hesitated before speaking.
Negris's heart stirred. Now, whenever he hears about the Chaos Plane, he immediately thinks of the Undead King. Could it be another outcast like the Wanderer Drosa?
"What's going on with your body?" Negris asked again.
