The shadow was so fast that it drew a line of water on the surface of the sea and turned into a black dot in the blink of an eye, and the lookout could not see what it was for a moment.

And when he looked closely, he noticed that his surroundings were slowly darkening. Looking up, the blue sky was like a wash and the sun was dazzling, which made him squint.

He looked around, and soon realized what the anomaly was. A dark shadow was slowly rising from the bottom of the sea, like a deep mouth that was opening. The sea was sinking slightly, and a behemoth was slowly rising, and the water was being dragged away from the shore.

He immediately rang the alarm bell around him, and the heavy bell began to echo.

The sound of the bell stimulates this being, and it lets go of its grip on the sea, like the waves of the mountains pouring back. Ships docked in the bay, large and small, were like clumsy toys, tossed high and smashed by the waves, and turned into a pile of debris.

The current began to circulate rapidly through the archipelago, venting its anger and tearing apart everything it could see in its path.

The Blue Waves Islands are miserable and rainy, but Bran is peaceful. Gu Shu asked curiously, "What is that, do you know?"

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen this kind of thing. ”

"Is it really that powerful?" the ancient tree was a little unconvinced.

"Well, I've never been so behemoth, both in terms of magic and size. ”

"What is this?" asked the ancient tree, pointing to the pool's rolling droplets.

"The fruit, the fruit of the magic or power that comes out of us. With the words, a cloud of mist emerged from Bran's body and fell to the side of the pool. "Power is like a grass seed that takes root in us and eventually bears fruit. From this moment on, it is no longer ethereal, but has a figurative appearance.

All abilities should have different representations, and I saw the golden wings on my sister's body, as well as the water drop she brought back. In the future, we will be able to see more. ”

Dani thought for a moment, "If I lose the fruit, will the ability also be lost?"

"No," Bran pointed to his body, "it's still rooted, and it's becoming more mature. There were also changes that I couldn't understand, and some kind of impulse. Maybe the second fruit is already being born, but I don't know the conditions for him yet. ”

The ancient tree asked, "What impulse?"

Bran hesitated for a moment, and slowly raised his left hand, "My ability to assimilate and change, it seems that even I don't need to maintain a fixed form. I've been scared, what if I do it and can't get it back?

It didn't seem to be a matter of worry, look at Pete in the city, and Polly, they never had to worry about that. But I just couldn't make up my mind.

But it's urging me, ever since the fruit is ripe. ”

With the words, Bran's eyes were full of struggle, hesitation, and finally turned into a kind of determination. The whole hand slammed apart, turning into a cloud of smoke. After a while, the smoke gathered again and returned to its original state.

Seeing this, Bran grinned, "That's it, don't worry. ”

The ancient tree poked him, "What does it feel?"

"It's a little painful, a little itchy. ”

Dani patted Bran on the shoulder, not next time.

"It's okay, I've you guys by my side. As he spoke, Bran's body began to disintegrate, first with his arms, then with his half-sideways, and finally with a somewhat distorted face, his entire head falling apart, leaving only a few pieces of clothing scattered on the ground.

As the head disintegrated, the whole cloud of smoke changed and dispersed under the caress of the breeze, and it did not reunite for half a day. Ignoring Dani and the ancient tree's nervousness, the smoke seemed to be enjoying......

At this point, Dani felt that something was wrong. She glanced at Huahua beside her, but found that the black cat was not nervous, but a little leisurely, and its tail was swinging unhurriedly.

Bran could still see, hear, and even touch his surroundings. His mind is still there, and so is his body in his feelings. The energy field still supports him, the fire of life is still burning, and the magic power in his body is completely blended with him. No! it's no longer blending. At this moment, he is a mass of magic that possesses all the characteristics of life.

Bran felt like he was back in his mother's arms and his father's shoulders, and all he felt was safety and relaxation.

Flowey and Bran have the same heart, and Bran feels comfortable, so Flowey will naturally not be nervous. Even, he was immersed in peace of mind.

Bran could see Flowey, Dany, and the Ancient Tree, but he didn't feel any emotions other than familiarity and closeness.

He felt that something was wrong, as if he had forgotten something, but he was soon attracted by the magic of heaven and earth, and for the first time he saw and even felt the magic so clearly. Endless colors between light and darkness fill it, and countless magical powers are entangled here.

The sea, the ocean of magic. Their variety is innumerable, and light and darkness are just their two poles. Even the light and darkness are made up of countless lines that are difficult to understand.

Bran watched quietly, gradually forgetting about Flowers, Dani, and the ancient trees, and he wanted to blend in with this sea, and by the way, he wanted to get some delicious food from this sea.

Dani was in a hurry! She felt like she was losing Bran, the smoke looking ready to fly away at any moment. So she shouted, Bran!

At the same time, he slapped Huahua's head, kicked the ancient tree beside him, and shouted anxiously: "Wake him up!"

Somebody's calling him! It's calling Bran.

But I'm not Bran, never have been!

Flowey is finally in power, ......

This made Bran hesitate, and a wisp peeked out of the smoke and gently stroked Flowey's fur.

The spirit of the ancient tree began to stir. The two goblins also appeared and let out a scream.

The smoke began to expand and collapse, and then it buzzed and swirled like a swarm of headless flies, but it could not coalesce.

Bran's consciousness began to wake up in the smoke, and the humming sound gradually unified. It was no longer a loud and meaningless noise, but a mumbling from skeptical to determined, "I'm Bran, the Great Wizard of the Northlands, and I've got Flowey, Dani, ......"

Stimulated by this, the mist that had been released from Bran's body spun and expanded, and pounced. It's like a coat that envelops that cloud of smoke in it.

When the fog closed, Bran sat there intact, as if nothing had happened. He looked up and smiled almost silly.

At this time, the disturbed people in the city had already gathered here. Looking at Bran, who was still a little confused, everyone came over and greeted me word by word, completely ignoring Bran's smooth appearance.