As the sun sets, the shimmering moon spills its brilliance into the world, overlapping shadows and splitting into a broken kaleidoscope of afterimages in the moonlight.

They were black detritus as fine as dust, peeling away from the decaying phantom and precipitating into the vast darkness in which the foundation of the world had been built. Not even the moonlight, which pierced through all the phantoms, could illuminate the deep darkness, only the black like sludge lurked beneath the ground.

Moonlight is magical, and the magic contained in it permeates everything. Curt didn't know if the moonlight magic that filled his body was an illusion, but even if they were just false illusions, they still made him feel full of power when only his soul existed.

Most of the magic of living creatures is contained in the body, flowing through the body in a vein similar to blood, and finally converging in the heart and mind. Their existence is like a body, and as long as they take proper rest and nutrients from food, they can refine their magic from their bodies.

Wizards learn and practice to master the flow of magic and control them according to certain laws to create phenomena called "spells". For them, the consumption of mana is a matter of course, and how to effectively use it is the focus of research.

However, unlike humans, the soul is an imaginary body condensed through magic, and the essence of their body is magic, and the consumption or absorption of magic power is thought to reconstruct the body as a part of the body. Therefore, both self-aware souls and out-of-body mages will try to avoid using magic in such situations - after all, it means actively exposing the body to danger.

But the current situation seemed to be a little different from the common sense in Curt's understanding, and Lizzie didn't care about consuming her magic power, and the swollen silver mist around her was the spell she unleashed. Turn the magic of the moonlight into food. Consume more mana to repair your own depletion.

Her darkened body glowed with a sheen similar to that of a silver mist, and a faint amount of magic erupted from her. Then spread around. Perhaps due to the consumption of magic power in her body, her figure also flickered and disappeared with the spread of the silver mist. It's almost like it dissolves into a mist.

"If Lizzie doesn't mind, I'd like to ask, where are we going?" Curt looked at Lizzie's face, she was concentrating on the operation of her magic, "Although today's moon phase is enough to replenish your consumption, it is too fast to act at this speed." ”

He glanced up at the moon in the sky, and although the not-so-bright first quarter moon did not have the full power of a full moon, it could steadily spread its magic power to the earth. Because of this, Liqi is able to absorb the magic that escapes from the air at a steady speed, using them as a supplement to her power.

Then Curt glanced again at the fleeting shadows that hovered around him. They are imaginary images constructed by countless thoughts, and they are re-interpreted in this world with such an unreal phenomenon. Whether living or dead, the thoughts that remain of them become the parts of the world.

The image of the void and the real flashed around him, and the silver mist gradually eroded the surrounding image, and all the afterimages were shattered under its touch. They appear to resemble the scattered black shards, but they are mercilessly washed away.

A dim mist enveloped the two figures, enveloping them as they made their way through a world made of illusions. In this piece of silver mist manipulated by Liqi, their souls quickly moved along the established track, and in a short time they rushed out of the complex lanes of the old city.

Curt couldn't hear the wind. Nor did they feel the obstruction of friction against the air, and before they knew it, they had passed through the barriers of the wall of illusions and flew towards the sky beyond.

It was not only the phantoms that built the world that were passed through, but even the clouds that were made of unknown materials were shattered in the silver mist of Chu Pingxia. When Curt discovers that Liki's action to control the spell finally stops. They had reached above the thick clouds.

"It's okay, that's enough. ”

Taking a deep breath, Lizzie glanced at Curt and said, "Today is the first quarter moon. In this way, Cheng dù's power is just right - not too much, not too little. If it's a full moon. I don't dare to use magic like this, those unstable magic will go wrong if I don't get it right. ”

The silvery mist slowly spread around. Eventually, it became the platform that supported Curt and Lizzie to stand. The darkness that evaporated from the ground melted into the false clouds beneath him, and then fell to the ground in raindrop-like fragments under the magic of the moonlight.

The moon is like a huge silver plate, suspended above the clouds as calm as the surface of the sea, painting the sky and clouds with a thin layer of silver. Curt had never seen a moon of this size, and it was embedded in the pitch-black canopy, as if it were a man-made object, and it was full of hypocrisy.

Curt and Lizzie stood above the clouds, looking down at the city of Catrice beneath them, made of countless phantoms—as if it had just emerged from the chaos, still in a state of ambiguity. Everything in the city has no fixed form, and it is only when Curt moves his gaze to a concrete object that it slowly emerges from the darkness and then fixes its own existence.

This is the image of Catrice's past, and it is the accumulation of multiple phantoms that remain in memory that build them into what they once were. But they have now lost their motivation to sustain themselves, and are beginning to crumble as the number of people with memories dwindles as the number of people who retain them dwindle.

But what exists here is not only those virtual images, a huge darkness absorbs many fragments of broken thoughts, and stores them like cocoons in the center of the city. The images that stayed around it were all distorted, and the shattered wreckage was swallowed up by the massive cocoon.

Curt had an uncomfortable feeling, as if it had grown from the darkness of the earth, rooted in the deep darkness. It swallowed most of the black wreckage that had churned in the city, and the scraps that should have settled on the ground became the nourishment for its continued growth.

It seems to be growing, but it is larger than the largest skyscraper in the city, and it seems to be somewhat similar to the "black sun" it has seen before. The surging darkness was like black mud manipulated by Sain Democlus, slowly rolling.

"That's the dregs of the previous dream, those guys who were controlled by the spell created these things in the dream, maybe their will was amplified in that spell. And the guy who controlled the spell was probably Sain Democra who used them to create that black thing. ”

Lizzie sighed, answering Curt's question in advance, but her gaze swept over his shoulder to the outside of the silver mist, looking at the darkness that seemed to rain down. They spilled onto the ground, and finally seeped into the deep darkness, and it was impossible to distinguish the exact appearance.

"It's a weird scenery, and although it feels good physically, it doesn't seem to be good for the spirit. Curt looked at the moonlit city of Catrice, intently observing its surroundings, "These remnants of thoughts seem to want to run into our heads." ”

As the walls of mist dispersed, he noticed that his surroundings were not as calm as he had expected - beyond the silver mist there were a huge number of spirits floating. The scattered images do not only stay in the city, but there are still many things stored in the air at a height of nearly a thousand meters above the ground.

He bared his teeth, obviously disliking the eerie atmosphere, but he could only endure the existence of those things. The remnants of the thoughts that could reach them were the wreckage that was about to shatter, and although they wanted to touch the two of them, they dissociated into endless fragments in the light of the silver mist.

But instead of returning to the ground like debris beneath the clouds, they continued to break down into countless dust-sized tiny pieces and drifted upwards. Curt could feel that they were different from most of the remnants of the thoughts, possessing a huge amount of magical power, and full of vitality that was different from that of the dead

They may be fragments of some kind of spirit with a certain sense of self, which is why they actively follow Liqi's spells to come here. However, they have long been unable to maintain their original form, and can only barely extend the meaning of zài by clinging to the body of living creatures.

Curt watched as they flew swiftly towards the sky above, and in a moment they had overtaken his head, and there was no sign of stopping. So he looked curiously in the direction they had ascended, and finally saw the vast darkness that covered the entire sky.

"What is this?"

The pitch-black sky above me was like some kind of huge living thing, and it was immovable, uninterested in what was happening beneath it. Beneath it, everything in the world seemed incomparably small, and the twinkling gigabytes of stars descended its light down to the nether realm.

Some, as if they were corresponding to the black objects on the ground, were absorbing the detritus of darkness and drawing some of their power from them to nourish themselves. But unlike the Cocoon, which devours all the wreckage without pickiness, it seems to follow a certain method of selection.

"Don't look at that thing!"

Curt looked up to get a closer look at the great darkness above the zenith, but heard Lizzie shouting loudly from below. He shuddered for a moment, only to notice that his waist was firmly bound by something like a chain, and it was a little inconvenient to move.

The translucent chains stretched downwards and finally restrained in Lizzie's hands, presumably when she sensed that something was wrong and immediately restrained him with a spell. Curt gasped, and at some point he was already flying upwards again, almost beyond the reach of the silver mist.

As if the scattered fragments, he was also attracted by the darkness above. (To be continued......)