The Source of Darkness lingered, disguised as a dark creature, Green transformed into a wisp of ever-changing black smoke.
"I am the envoy of the Great Dark World. These Death Crows are friends of the Primordial Saint Ancestor. I am here to invite these Death Crows to the Great Dark World, hehe... hehe..."
An eerie, low laughter, the fleeting Source of Darkness gathered but did not dissipate.
Primordial Saint Ancestor!?
Noticing the Source of Darkness emanating from within Green, rather than drawn from the external world, the eyes of the Guardian shrank to needlepoint size.
"The Dark World Cluster once signed a contract here with several Ancestral Fountains. Since you are the envoy of the Primordial Saint Ancestor, please escort them away. After all, this is the Ancestral Spring World Community, and I am the Guardian of the Dark Heavy Oil Well's will."
As he spoke, the Guardian dissolved into the Dark Heavy Oil Well, disappearing without a trace.
