Like a gentle river, a sticky darkness flows slowly through the streets, accumulating a thick lake-like dark color in some low-lying areas.

You have to be very careful when walking on such a path, because this is no longer the Catrice that Curt and Lizzie are familiar with. There seemed to be an aura like the breath of a beast coming from both ends of the road that had been stained with darkness and filth, but this vibrancy was quickly suppressed by the oppressive depth of darkness.

The ground that was once filled with street phantoms was covered with strange bulges, and the pitched blocks of darkness forcibly spliced together the smooth roads into strange structures. In the gully that had been forcibly excavated, black matter like a lava stream was bubbling and flowing deeper.

It's like the end of the world, and even the soul that is about to dissipate will be shy away from the oppressive environment here. Lizzie walked beside Curt, the darkness that had enveloped her body had faded from the previous action, and her illusory body glowed with a faint phosphorescence.

In order to get here, Lizzie expended so much magic that it was difficult for her left hand to maintain even its intact form, leaving only a vague outline. Now it really looks like a ghost, and even if you walk in this place like the underworld, it won't feel strange.

For spirits who are made up of pure magic, the consumption of mana affects the integrity of their bodies - but it is not irreparable. Even if you lose an arm, it's only a temporary loss of function, and you can repair it if you can regain enough strength.

Lizzie's original plan was to absorb the surrounding magic as soon as she entered the "cocoon", allowing them to make up for the loss of her spells. But by the time she was ready to go as planned. Suddenly, she realized that there wasn't much magic for her to absorb.

As previously observed, the magic contained in the moonlight cannot penetrate the shell of the "cocoon". It was absorbed by it before it seeped into the depths. And the magic that should have remained in the illusion has also been wrapped in black slime. Always refuse to engage with them.

The viscous darkness did not fade under the light lit by Lizzie, but grew deeper. Their tar-blackened surfaces reflected the flickering light of the lights, and the two spirits walking in the darkness were distorted to resemble human form.

Miscalculated

Although Liqi didn't show her nervousness, the glimmer on her body seemed to have dimmed a lot with the occasional fluctuation of love. The lack of mana cannot be made up for in a moment, and even if the body returns to its original state, the magic power will not immediately reflect to the spirit.

The space occupied by black is not devoid of magic, but it is as if they have become something else that cannot be controlled by the way Lizzie knows. Before the body recovers, I can only reduce the mana consumption as much as possible-so I thought. Lizzie pretended to be calm and walked forward.

The atmosphere was quite depressing, and the scenes that appeared in front of the two seemed to show the appearance of the end. The world in the cocoon is only irretrievably decayed, everything has lost its original color, and the remaining darkness is only irretrievably shattered.

The scattered remnants of their thoughts were enclosed in the cold black mud, and it was only when the two of them passed by that the glimmer of light on Lizzie's body fluctuated slightly. Curt observed them through the glimmer of light, projecting a stacked phantom on a mirror-smooth exterior, like a shattered mirror.

It was Curt and Lizzie, but their faces were distorted on the irregular black mud surface. Only a vague outline can be discerned.

Young Lizzie walks among the towers full of books, holding a blood-dripping dagger in her hand, Curt with a youthful look in her hand and stabbing it intently at the scarecrow in front of her, and many sit facing each other, staring blankly at each other's apparitions in the black mud. In a blink of an eye, it has changed into another scene and continues to be staged.

These distorted sights seem to have demagogic powers, and it is difficult to look away from them just by glancing at them. Some are things that happened, and some are meaningless illusions - no matter what. Both of them are protagonists in this drama of illusions.

Allowing the unclear projections to be repeated in these distorted images. It's like this deep darkness has made the past of the two clear. They have almost everything related to the two of them, except for the shadows of the future.

Soon. The image in the darkness begins to change, no longer limited to Curt and Lizzie, to decaying buildings and mutilated corpses. Countless indistinguishable objects are stacked on top of each other, slowly weathering in the darkness enveloped by the wind of impermanence.

The collapsed houses are faintly recognizable from the past, and the wreckage lying in the ruins seems to have a familiar face. Curt sighed softly, for the apocalyptic scene in the image in front of him was using Cutrice as a template, or rather, the ruined Catrice.

The resemblance reminded Curt of the foreign land they had arrived in with the black "sun" made by Guò Sein Democra. The world that can almost be declared extinct is devoid of any living things, not even dead things are about to be weathered, and once prosperous civilizations are forgotten in dead silence.

"Hmph - what a boring thing. ”

Curt smiled contemptuously, then stepped forward, ignoring the phantom that changed in the darkness. These things are merely reflections of their own mental images, and those who have been controlled by Sain Democra's use of black clay to control their minds may have been deluded by these images before then.

But Curt and Lizzie's situation is a bit peculiar, and some of the memories between the two of them have been confused by their own actions. Through guò soul connection to achieve a partial shared entanglement of thoughts and memories, sometimes they even erase memories that are too long ago.

The remnants of this world reflect people's perception of the "past", and the puzzle pieces stored in the memories of countless people are forcibly chimeled here, piecing together an incomplete world. They are what they once were, and even if they have changed in "reality", they will only leave behind the remains of the original.

But no matter what the past depicts, it cannot be changed—even if it is sadness, resentment, pain, or crying or yelling because of it, it is irretrievable in the past. The past of the two of them can only be buried in darkness, and the future is only a chaos that cannot be seen.

Predictions, prophecies, and foresights, no matter what language they use, are just speculations about the possibilities of the future. People always like to speculate about their own future - for some reason, they seem to be more inclined to speculate about the future of their own community, and the future of ruining miè.

Where did it come from, where did it go, what did it go by, what happened in the end? And the "conjecture" of the so-called ending or destruction has never disappeared, and from ancient times to the present, countless people have made the so-called "doomsday prophecy".

It is not only those who claim to be prophets who do this, but even widely believed religions have delivered several "apocalyptic" prophecies on behalf of their gods. Even if these rumors are disproved more than once, it will not be long before new rumors reappear.

They made a wish to perish, as if someone was longing for extinction - but the world was running smoothly until now. The world is not as fragile as they think, on the contrary, even if all living things are destroyed, the world itself will continue in another form.

Ignoring the distracting apparitions, the blurred figures of the two slowly walked along the path that had been the eaves, but the path was soon blocked by the towering darkness. To get to the center of the "cocoon", you can only take a long detour along the outermost border of the street.

The original lightness of the spirit body disappeared in the realm of black mud, and walking on the road was more tiring than a long walk. The darkness is not only absorbing the magic that comes close to them, but it is also quietly stealing the life force of the living creatures on the surface of the world, storing them all in the center of the cocoon.

"Someone's coming—it looks like it's the magicians in the city. Lizzie stopped abruptly, then looked at the high wall on the other side that connected to the uneroded area, "Sure enough, these guys will move much faster than I thought if they were stimulated." ”

The glow of red came from the east, arcing through the air before descending to the edge of the phantom in the middle of the street. It was a small, middle-aged sorcerer, whose magic glowed like a raging flame and was full of aggression.

He was only the first to arrive, and after he approached the black "cocoon", several more shimmers of different colors came from in the distance. It was the others who followed him, the mages belonging to different schools and factions in the city, descending to the border of darkness one by one, looking at the things that stood in the darkness as if they were facing a great enemy.

After entering the spirit world, they saw this huge monster in the distance, but only when they walked in front of them could they feel the sense of oppression in their faces. Every wizard who comes here is an elite, but they have never seen such a strange spell before.

"Curt, let's take a break here. ”

Lizzy smiled lightly and looked at the sorcerers standing outside with interest, "These sorcerers are very capable, and they are elites in the study of different schools - I am very interested in what they think of this monster created by Sain Democlus. (To be continued......)