The Mist Man's silhouette laid Noland Lee upon a planet coated in reddish-brown soil.
"How are you feeling? Any better?"
Supported by the satin ribbons of purple mist, Noland Lee steadied himself, letting out a long breath and shaking his head slightly to clear the lingering dizziness:
"Are you the true form of the Assassin Angel?"
"Yes, it's me. I know who you are." The Mist Man's voice took on a note of gratitude:
"After I escaped, I acquired memories related to you from my avatar. I know the sacrifices you made to help free me. I'll repay you."
Noland shook his head vigorously a couple of times, feeling much better.
He rubbed the center of his forehead and said:
"So you are the true form of the Assassin Angel? We succeeded in rescuing you? What did I see before, then?"
"Listen, Mortal," said the Assassin Angel:
