"You don't have such foolish and naive thoughts, and that's good."
"After all, there was someone I promised a complete 'sheep life' to."
"He didn't believe it."
"So, that guy did not die peacefully!"
Sheep life?
Faintly, Taniru remembered a recent event when "Eden Glaston" had died miserably after being turned into a sheep.
Could there be some connection?
At this time, Tuck had already reached the window.
Outside, the dimension of the Undead Territory was beginning to take shape.
Large swathes of skeletons, zombies, undead, and ghosts were ready to strike.
Tuck raised his hand and slapped it on the glass window.
The glass, reinforced by the Origin Energy Barrier, rippled slightly like water.
The halo formed by the Sculpting Light Spear expanded rapidly, like the blood-colored aurora on the periphery of the Ash Sun.
"So... what Raymond was saying was true, there are really haloes."
"But how can he, a Shadow Wizard, possibly control light?"
