It was just a glance, and the crack was so clear that it seemed to be engraved in his mind. More than once he had seen that pure black—pure, and empty.

Icabold says it's a rift to another world, and Iss doesn't dispute that. He had been convinced, but now, he couldn't help but think of the walls of nothingness, of the thick black that slowly seeped into those cracks, as pure, but as substance, as black mist in front of him...... They are so similar and yet different.

But no matter what is on the other side of the rift, on the Island of the Holy Sepulchre, at the Gate of the Storm, a small black dot in the air can make people feel like a great enemy...... Or ecstatic.

So, what will be the result of such a long crack?

The dawn is gone, the night is coming—Aurora, the priestess of the Goddess of Dawn, made a prophecy before she fell, and he never forgets.

He froze in place, wondering if he had made another wrong judgment, and for a moment he could not suppress the illusion of all sorts of terrible consequences. He remembered exactly that the rift would widen due to the flow of magical power, and then lead to even greater chaos......

But wasn't it the same magic that Isis used when he sealed the hole in the basement of Beranti's library that he had pierced with the Sword of Acton?

Magic, and his blood—the blood of dragons.

After a brief moment of doubt, he realized that the magic was different. The same title makes him unconsciously confuse it, ignoring the very different essence.

Isis was indeed not a competent "teacher" who taught him how to embrace the power of this world without ever explaining it...... And he was clearly not a very smart student.

At this moment, as if the fog had been dispelled, his mind was suddenly unusually clear. With his blood as a medium, the weapons forged in this world can cut through the black fog, perhaps because in a sense, they belong to the same world...... Their power also comes from the same source, so that the power of his magic can be devoured.

What if there was another kind of power, then, a power that pervades heaven and earth, in all things, and belongs only to this world......

He knew the danger, but he couldn't help but want to try. After all, the black mist could consume the light of magic, even if it came from the Staff of Eternity, and the light from the copper ball that Correll threw was produced by phospholite, a unique stone, was apparently unaffected.

"Let's try it...... Try it. ”

There seemed to be a small voice egging in his ear. It was his own voice...... But inexplicably with Curell's soft southern tone.

The corners of Ed's mouth twitched, and he grinned as he pinched the wound on his arm.

Curell didn't cut deeply, and the blood began to clot, bursting out from under his fingers. He didn't know how to make his blood congeale into the shape of a gem like Iss...... Not really.

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Beyond the black fog, Correll turned back vigilantly.

He felt the wind...... Extremely faint, but in the air that has been frozen for a long time in this deep valley, it makes people feel refreshed.

When the wind swept in front of him, he saw a faint red in the darkness, not like blood, but like the light reflected in the waves when the sun was setting, even though it was clearly carrying a stronger and stronger bloody aura, but it did not make him feel dangerous.

He didn't stop swinging his sword. But in an instant, the tentacles that were chasing him shrank back violently, like frightened anemones, and clumped themselves together. The elf raised an eyebrow, and instead of stepping back cautiously, he leaned forward in high spirits.

In just a few steps, the wind was so strong that it could almost pull up the rocks. He had to crouch and even grasp the protrusions of the ground so as not to be swept into the air by the sudden hurricane...... No, it's more likely to be smashed into a rock and bruised.

He blew another whistle to warn his companions who had not yet arrived, but he did not take his eyes off the black fog in front of him for a moment.

When even he couldn't stand steadily, the black fog was blown away like a cloud in a raging wind. Soon he could see Ed's figure, and he saw the black mist peel away from Shipbel's body layer by layer, and finally be torn into a blurred gray haze...... I saw a black shadow clinging to the mage's chest, and in the unwilling struggle, a faint human form appeared, writhing like a snake, as if trying to burrow into Stallbel's body.

That's Carmack...... It's what he really became. Not a serpent, not a god-like existence as he thought he was, but just a shadow...... That's more like a shadow fiend.

Storbel's face, which had been just a pale face, was gray and withered at a rate visible to the naked eye. Corell's hand on the sword tightened, and for a moment there was nothing he could do. Even if it was stained with Ed's blood, his sword could not really harm the Shadow Fiend, a being born of nothingness......

He frowned and licked his lips, almost wanting to take the plunge. But Ed, who had been standing still like Stobel, acted faster than he did—he reached out and tore the shadow away from Stobel like a piece of black cloth.

Even having seen the "surprises" that this young human could bring, Correll shook his head in disbelief and chuckled.

Ed, who was desperately grasping the black shadow that was still writhing in his hand, only felt that his scalp was numb. He tried not to think about the strange touch, and he tried to restrain his instinct to throw his hand away...... He didn't expect to be able to catch this thing, but he was in a hurry. And now, he didn't know what to do with it.

He thought of Shadow Fiend as well...... But while Shadow Fiend can absorb magic, he should be afraid of the Light.

Between hesitations, the dark shadow in his hand began to elongate. Because he was already in human form, this change looked even more strange. Ed's hair exploded all over his body, and he turned around and rushed into the sun.

It's not noon, but the autumn sun isn't as hot as midsummer, but it's still bright and clear. The spell that burst out of his mouth was like a low roar, and the heart of Correll, who was following closely behind, was shocked.

Bright sunlight shone from the sky...... Or more like it poured down. The elf had to raise his hand in front of him and retreat into the shadows of the rock. Even so, he felt like he had been stuck in the desert of the southwest, almost roasted to jerky by the fiery sun...... I could almost hear my own skin sizzling.

But he was reluctant to close his eyes. Even though his vision was burned to the point of blackness, he still stared unblinking, watching the black shadow shrink and crack like a black mud in the sunlight, turning to ashes.

The silent scream made Ed's face pale. He staggered, weak, so weak that he wanted to collapse to the ground...... But it didn't end there.

He looked back at Stobel—the hapless mage still standing.

He hoped he was mistaken ...... Judging by the location he remembered, the slender crack was on Stormel's body.

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