Stray

All his attention was on “he was not pulled down by the Abyss”, and only then did Nemo notice the cool air squirming on his skin and the cold touch of Ollie’s armor under him.

Even Nemo, except for the time he fought Witherspoon in an abnormal state, had never succeeded in directly connecting to the depths of the Abyss from the surface. In order to successfully dive into the Abyss to investigate, Nemo made countless calculations— Now he had succeeded. With the help of the superior demon stuck in the crevices of space, he barely got a chance to face the depths of the Abyss.

Everything went smoothly beyond imagination, except for this…

The hem of Telaranea’s old-style research robe was too long, and it was instantly ignited by the flames bursting from the tearing of space.

A few pieces of cloth did little hung down his arms and chest, most of his loose trousers had burned away most of their length, leaving the remaining scorched black crumbling fabric.

The black shadow instantly rose into the air and quickly wrapped Nemo’s body, making the scene less ambiguous.

Considering that he might have to concentrate on using the dark shadow to defend against the enemy for a while, Nemo coughed a little embarrassedly, and tapped the tip of Oliver’s nose, who was still being used as a meat cushion, with his fingers. “Lend me the cloak.”

Oliver removed his cloak in a muffled voice but the redness on his face had not dissipated.

With materials, things were much more convenient. The black shadow quickly entangled it, transforming the fabric with a slight black mist on the bottom edge into a simple robe. Unfortunately, the fabric couldn’t replace shoes, so Nemo had to stand barefoot on the floor temporarily. Fortunately, in misfortune, the staff that was placed on the horse in advance escaped the catastrophe.