At the moment Angel saw this person, a strange feeling suddenly arose.
The scene before his eyes seemed to fade, and the person in front gradually vanished into the void, as if turned into a painting, or a weathered photograph lost in space-time.
He was clearly standing there with a smile, yet seemed as if he was far, far away from Angel.
He looked like he was smiling, but upon closer inspection, his exact features were indistinguishable.
It's as if the Real World was covered with a layer of false canvas.
Angel was certain that everything he felt wasn't an Illusion Technique, but rather emanated from the person's aura... He hadn't unleashed any power, yet just by standing there, he exuded a power that twisted space, minds, and memories.
It even twisted others' perception.
Angel felt his knowledge about the person constantly shifting from real to false; from a person witnessed to a dusty memory.
