Gains and Losses (1)

Angele nodded his head and left the hall. He jumped off the floating island and started falling.

His body drew black string in the air and landed on the red snow directly.

*CHI*

The snow was so thick that it reached his waist.

Angele stood in the snow and glanced around, there was a bump slowly rising up from the right and the snow was sliding down the incline, revealing a red moth.

The moth had a furry body. It swang its wings slightly as it looked at Angele with respect in its large compound eyes.

"Master, the channel is open, please enter," the moth talked in a strange voice; it was speaking the universal ancient language.

Angele looked at the moth. "Where's the channel?"

The moth did not respond, it just opened its mouth slowly.

The moth's mouth was getting larger and larger. It kept expanding and looked like the entrance to a cave when it stopped.

The mouth of the moth turned into an entrance within seconds.