It lacks a clear structure, does not follow any known legal principles, yet seems to possess some sort of primordial "will," constantly struggling, corroding, and howling.
"...It's still resisting," Flora murmured, filled with vigilance and awe.
She had seen the remnants of Forbidden Techniques and had touched the deep magical pollution at the edge of the Magic Tide.
But this fluctuation...
It is a twisted order, reverse life, devouring the spirit with composite attributes.
It doesn't seem to be man-made, more like an "external entity."
She took a deep breath, forcibly isolating magic power perception, her fingers trembled, and the demon silk immediately snapped, scattering like burnt spider threads.
Then, she looked at the original insect body soaking in the bottle.
The insect's long spiked mouthparts seemed to be trying to penetrate the bottle wall. Even though knowing it's already dead, the malice and instinct still spread in the air.
