A moment later.
Lancelot carefully flapped his wings and gradually rose in the air.
Kalalin's Invisibility Spell had taken effect on him, but if one looked closely, one would still notice a significant refraction of light as it passed through his body, as if his body had become a transparent fish tank.
However, if one didn't pay special attention, it was indeed difficult to notice the strange change in the light, and just as he had guessed, none of the Berserk Demons near the gate were paying attention to what was above their heads.
He was very sure of this, since demons without necks, if attempting to tilt their heads back over 60 degrees, would present a comically out-of-character temperament for their species, which would be very conspicuous from his vantage point.
Worried that moving too vigorously might disrupt the effect of the invisibility spell, Lancelot dared not fly too fast. However, the view from up high was very wide open, allowing him to see many things clearly.
