Luther and Lightning shrank their heads and waited for a while, realizing that Ange wasn't speaking anymore. They finally let out a long breath, feeling like they'd been caught by their parents while sneaking out to play with friends.
To ease this emotion, Luther said with an awkward smile, "It feels like Lord's voice is coming directly from the White Crystal. So, there's such a way of communication?"
"Yes, yes, it sounds directly from the White Crystal, and it feels like the whole crystal is vibrating. This method should be even farther than Soul Contact, right?" Lightning quickly chimed in, forcing himself to be calm.
Oh no, if only we hadn't listened to the Little Angel's instigation. She's native; we're not. She might get a scolding, whereas we could face punishment.
"It's certainly farther than Soul Contact. Your Majesty reached the Chaos Plane, and even Locke and the others couldn't sense it. Our distance must be even farther than the Chaos Plane," Luther said.
