Chapter 342 Chapter 136 Inky Moon
Dark tides surged, and the black moon’s reflection rippled in the abyss.
“And this, the Inky Moon…”
Igter recalled that in the Setting Sun Forest, Verafia and the half-elf young girl Grisia had mentioned the “Great Seal” that had shattered the entire Elf Empire decades ago, plunged the dark night into ruin, and necessitated its continuation to this day: the Black Moon tide.
“If this Black Moon is the same as what the elves refer to, then perhaps the decline of the Elf Empire is also related to the abyss?”
Igter felt that his thoughts couldn’t hold so much information at once.
For a long time, the word “Abyss” was recognized by the world more as a heretical taboo. In the eyes of almost everyone, such a threat couldn’t compare to the Orc Royal Court in the distant desert or the vampires sealed in the North Wind Graveyard.
Even though decades ago, an abyss disturbance had shaken the entire continent, even leading to the fall of “Geon,” the master of the “Sword Tower” and a hero who saved the world during the Demon Race War, after the scars healed, the entire Agrand continent seemed to have not experienced much turmoil.
Igter asked himself that he himself only paid more attention to the Abyss after his End was stained with the “Abyss” imprint and after he met Flarn’s betrayer, Hodrea.
But looking at it now, it seemed the threat of the abyss had never truly left the continent.
However, the next second, Igter realized he shouldn’t be worrying about the country and its people here.
“Boom!”
The gale shattered under unimaginable power, and the black dragon’s giant claws tore through the withered sky reflected by the black moon. Igter quickly dodged, as the terrifying power from the dragon’s claws directly ripped apart the entire land!
“But this place is because of that magic potion… If I want to get out, I have to defeat this dragon?”
Igter gripped his sword, the fierce wind exploding in his ears. He forcefully raised his face to look at the black demonic dragon that occupied almost the entire sky, and couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Although there seemed to be no level restrictions in this world, judging from what had just happened, his full-strength sword strike could barely cut through the dragon’s scales, let alone defeat it!
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Verafia’s slender jade fingers gripped Igter’s wrist, the light from the Flame Mark’s activation illuminating half the room. The expression on the young girl’s porcelain-white delicate face sank.
“Sister, has Igter run into trouble?” Flarn, who had rushed behind her, asked.
Verafia’s scorching gold eyes flickered, and she slowly looked back at Igter. Igter’s vital signs and spirit fluctuations were gradually stabilizing. At least, the current situation didn’t seem to be dangerous, but Verafia knew very well that Igter would definitely not be relaxed right now.
“It seems so. However, it’s not that Igter is having trouble promoting, nor that this guy has been turned into an idiot by the impact of demonic power… but rather, he’s been drawn into a scene constructed by an ancient will.”
Verafia slowly said, raising her golden eyes. Although she couldn’t see clearly, she could vaguely sense a cold and desolate will sweeping through based on the Flame Mark she had left on Igter before. Combined with Igter’s current situation, this guess was likely correct.
“The will’s cage you just mentioned… is it because of the magic potion you refined?” Flarn couldn’t help but ask, a hint of surprise on her face.
Possessing the inheritance of Oran’s original bloodline, she could understand such terms. But, precisely because of this, Flarn also knew that typically, it was only in places where ancient or powerful beings had close karma, or where powerful obsessions lingered, that emotions and wills clashed more intensely, leaving such traces.
For example, the Blood Realm, formed by the strong hatred left behind by Oran, who fell under the Sacred Sword of Lacaster, combined with the shattering of his immortal domain at the moment of his birth, was a similar situation.
“No, although the materials for this magic potion I refined are all precious, it’s completely impossible for them to have come into contact with the residual will of any being.”
Verafia frowned slightly and shook her head. Moreover, before refining it, she had made sure to check. If anything could have hidden itself from her, it would have been impossible.
The problem shouldn’t be on her side, could it be…
Seeing the suspicious look in the young girl’s eyes, Ophilia quickly shook her head: “I don’t know!”
“I wasn’t talking about you, little ice dragon.”
Verafia’s raised gaze paused only briefly on Ophilia before moving away. She herself felt that suspecting Ophilia’s blood was completely unreasonable.
Although Ophilia’s bloodline could be considered top-tier among dragons, at her young age, even if there were any obsessions, they wouldn’t be reflected in reality… It would be more likely for her black dragon father.
Verafia frowned and shook her head: “Back then, in the Black-winged Monarch’s domain, didn’t you receive an inheritance from an ancient ice dragon? Could it be her will manifesting through your blood…”
Verafia’s words were cut off by her own self-negation. Not to mention how small this possibility was, the attributes she felt simply didn’t match.
“Then maybe, Igter’s spirit resonated with a spiritual imprint that exists in reality due to some coincidence, and then he got drawn in?”
Flan’s guess came through. However, the blood race young girl quickly shook her head, her red eyes looking up at Verafia, “But, no matter what the possibility is, Sister, can you help him?”
Just now, even Flarn could perceive that the boy’s spiritual fluctuations had become very unstable, clearly indicating that the state he was facing was by no means easy.
“This young lady wishes she could.”
Verafia’s voice carried a hint of urgency. She tried to drive her spirit to connect with the Flame Mark on Igter’s wrist, but the result was, as expected, futile.
If she had fully understood what attribute of “will illusion” Igter had encountered before, she might have been able to help him.
But in the current situation, Verafia could only glimpse a corner of Igter’s spirit at most. She hadn’t even recovered to the Star level yet, and she didn’t even have a way to forcibly terminate it, let alone help Igter.
Unless Verafia connected her spirit through the imprint she had left on Igter earlier, combined with the flame power that reshaped his vitality, and forcibly intervened… But the risk was too great. Even setting aside the harm to Igter himself, using such a method might also trap her!
Thinking of this, Verafia somewhat dejectedly sat down beside the young man, gently biting her delicate lips, her golden eyes slightly brimming with crystal-like liquid due to anxiety, and a hint of grievance could be vaguely seen in the shimmering light.
Hadn’t all the effort she had put into nurturing this hateful guy until now been wasted just like this?
“If this guy really died, what would I do…”
Such a thought flashed through Verafia’s mind, but she suddenly realized that this thought shouldn’t be like that. “No, I should think, if he died, wouldn’t all my long-term investment be wasted? Such a thing is absolutely unacceptable!”
