Magic slowly flowed past Sred, creating an oppressive inky color with lingering darkness and loneliness. It's been stuck here for too long, and it stands to reason that someone should have come to the rescue, but why hasn't there been any sound to this day?

Sred's struggles until now, and he hasn't figured out what kind of ability this is. The other party's magic is obviously still very shallow, but it has an indescribable stickiness that makes him unable to break free.

Trapped in this small spherical space, covered in several layers of magic. He had tried to break through it, but broke layer after layer, as if he had fallen into a never-ending cycle.

Sred knew it was an illusion, he was like a worm placed on two fingers, crawling from one finger to the other in vain, while the other only had to nonchalantly alternate fingers.

He had tried to fight a little burst with all his might, breaking through the obstacles before the other party could react. The cage was broken, but he didn't get the freedom he longed for, and the inky torrent poured down his head and face again, wrapping him in it again.

His magic began to drum, no longer a little but a full outward impact. How much power does a newborn little guy have, and how much magic does he accumulate?

Magic is the key, at least that's what Sred once thought. But the other party gave him a vivid lesson, making him realize that magic is not everything. The other party's magic swirled and flowed, dividing and screwing the power he unleashed, and then it didn't know where it went. His sheer amount of magic never formed a real pressure, and it was too embarrassing.

As time passes, the differentiation and twisting become smoother and smoother, and it seems to be turning into the instinct of the body. But how is this possible? The confrontation between magical forces requires mental coordination, conscious control.

How did he do it?

Now, Sred felt like the food that had fallen into his stomach, being digested by the peristalsis of the small stomach pouch.

After a routine probing, Sred shouted into the darkness, "Are you there? ”

"Say, I'll listen. Bran replied lazily.

The confrontation has brought about some interesting changes in the attitude of both sides.

Surrounded by darkness, Sred began to have nothing to say, starting with introducing himself, and then intimidating, enticing, and promising Bran in the hope that Bran would recognize the situation and exchange him for greater benefits, and by the way, gain his friendship.

Bran's reply made Sred despair, and he said, "You are the greatest good, your magical body, and the fruit are what I have always dreamed of. I want respect more than friendship, and punishing you is the best way to gain respect. ”

After that conversation, Sred didn't want to talk to Bran anymore so as not to bring shame on himself. But in this claustrophobic space, he always wanted to find something to break the loneliness.

Everything is silent here, and the flow, collision and squeezing of magic do not make any noise. Even if you shout with all your might, you can't form an echo in this enclosed space. The sound is not far away, and it will be hidden in the darkness. It's obviously a claustrophobic and small space, but under the cover of ink, it gives birth to a feeling of lonely hanging in the abyss.

If he didn't say anything, the darkness would drown him in, and fear would grow in the silence.

Where did you last go?,Sred flapped his wings behind him. By the way, I'm a feather man, from the southernmost Floating Cloud Continent. My hometown is different from here, with the efforts of the people, there are mountains floating in the air and white clouds. There is a stream of water falling from the sky, and the scattered mist forms rainbows in the sunlight. Even at night, the bright moon is accompanied by a halo of light.

Our people there are peace-loving......

Bran's lazy voice came, "Not you, huh?"

"Yes, we are not included. Sred sighed, "You're too young to understand our situation. In this position, a lot of things can be different. ”

Bran laughed a few times, "Actually, I also thought that a lot of things should be different. However, after a little contact, I found that there was no difference. You are also afraid of death, and you are also looking for excuses for your actions. Even too long a time has caused you to lose many valuable qualities, such as fearlessness.

You are so, and Sena is so, and therefore I suspect that you are all so. Maybe one day I'll do the same, but at least we're different now.

Actually, the real difference is that you are old and I am still young.

And being young is what makes me precious. Over the past few years, I have been accompanied by danger, seeking the pleasure of life and death. I don't have too many worries and I don't have to worry about other people's lives and deaths, which allows me to face many things calmly. I am not afraid of failure, nor of death, and many times I even gamble with my life.

But you won't, just like now, if you have the determination to break the net, you will be able to break through my bondage. While this doesn't change your fate, it at least shows me your courage. But you don't dare, you choose to sit here and savor the past, like a dying old man in the night. ”

Sred replied lightly, "Fate? Who can decide my fate, you?" Can you tell me what my fate is?"

"Death. Do you know where this is?"

"Where?"

"We call this the Sea of Magic, the place you enter through the keys on your body. ”

"This can't be!" Sred exclaimed.

"It's not impossible, just touch the remnants of your own flesh and blood. Under the erosion and rejection of the sea of magic, it is aging and decaying at an accelerated pace. Even if you let go here, you'll have a hard time finding your way home. Outside the Northland is the last trace of what you left in the world.

Now that even flesh and blood have been swept up in the sea of magic, how are you going to leave?"

"This can't be, you lied to me!"

"Think about it, why no one has come to your rescue to this day? It's because you've disappeared cleanly, leaving no residue behind. Everybody thinks you're dead. ”

"You're lying to me! If that's the case, why don't you just throw me into the sea of magic?

"Like you said, I'm too young to know anything about this place. I still need time to get to know and explore here. I'm afraid that if I throw you out, you'll cling to a tributary.

I fear that the invasion of foreign objects will cause turmoil in the Sea of Magic. Although I had tried, the tiny foreign object thrown out was instantly torn to shreds, and then disappeared into the void. But you are different after all, and you are under the protection of the fruit. ”

Along with the scratches, Bran continued: "It is because of it that many of my methods are rendered useless. If it's in the outside world, you're already bruised.

In fact, at this point, you should know that I am not lying. Because, the fruit only manifests this form in the sea of magic. ”

Bran accentuated, "Most importantly, I want to know what it's like to digest a great wizard in its entirety. ”

Hearing this, Sred thought of a possibility, and he forced the tremors on his body to raise his voice and asked, "Where the hell am I?"

With laughter, "You guessed that, didn't you? You're in my gut." ”

As the words fell, Sred began to struggle again......