"Do you think their condition is holding up well, quite stable?" The Tree Spirit's voice came from behind.
Angel nodded: "Indeed, it seems much better than Witch Greya's previous state."
When Greya was sealed by Ironclad Granny, her eyes were still bloodshot, fiercely wanting to attack everything around. But the patient inside this wooden vine cocoon looked very peaceful, as if in slumber.
The Tree Spirit gave a helpless smile: "Their state seems stable only because the life entity's instinct is temporarily suppressing the madness."
"Can't suppress the madness? What do you mean?" Angel asked in confusion.
The Tree Spirit did not give a direct answer but said: "Take a few steps forward, and you'll know."
Angel hesitated for a moment and stepped forward.
At first, Angel walked slowly, but after taking two steps, he paused for a second with a stunned expression. Then he couldn't help but quicken his pace, and two seconds later, he stood by the Life Pool.
