The terrifying tornado connected the sky and sea surface like a giant python devouring heaven and earth.
Silas was swept into it, the powerful gale easily tossing his body up and down, flinging him about at will.
"Meow..."
The flesh on Silas's abdomen rapidly sank inward, wrapping both Luna and Roselle's black key inside his body to prevent the violent hurricane from tearing the fragile little cat to shreds.
The wind roared so fiercely he could barely hear the black cat's voice.
At the same time, he also summoned the illusory tide in his mind and infused it into his own spirit body.
Soon, the airflow around Silas's body became relatively calmer, at least allowing him to stabilize himself in the apocalyptic storm.
The authority of the Illusory Sea, "Wind-blessed"!
"Boom!"
However, such actions seemed to further enrage the residual divine power, which saw it as provocation.
From the sky above, massive bolts of lightning crashed down!
The lightning contained violent energy, and the instant it struck the sea, countless dancing electric serpents split off from the peaks of mountain-like waves.
Although Silas barely dodged the earth-shattering strike, he was still swept up by the storm, unable to escape.
Damn it...
The residual electric current in the wind left his entire body tingling.
Silas cursed inwardly, feeling overwhelming pressure. If he had to describe it, the life threat posed by a "Spellsinger of God" was far less than this storm.
Not only that, the storm's power was rapidly increasing. He couldn't hold on much longer.
He had to get out of here!
Silas thought.
He struggled to control the airflow around him, and while dodging the continuous lightning strikes, he activated Mr. A's soul within his body, making him also initiate grazing.
An illusory ancient book manifested in his hand.
One of Mr. A's grazed abilities, "Record"!
At this point, he could only use the Travel recorded within to escape!
"I came, I saw, I rec..."
"Boom!"
An unprecedented thunderbolt crashed down, scattering the illusory book and causing Silas's self-rescue attempt to fail.
"Damn it!"
Silas watched as his paper substitute was blasted into nothing but a bit of black residue, instantly scattered by the wind. He cursed in his heart.
But just then, he saw something strange appear in the storm.
It was a soft ball of yarn, drilling in from the bottom of the tornado and gradually extending toward Silas.
Although the yarn ball looked light and fluffy, the violent wind couldn't blow it at all, as if the two existed in different dimensions.
"Grab it, I'll pull you back."
The Queen's voice emerged from the yarn ball.
Excellent!
Silas's heart leaped with joy.
He struggled to control the airflow to approach the ball and reached out his hand toward it.
"Don't grab it!"
But just then, the Queen's voice rang out again from behind him.
"!"
Silas jolted sharply. Looking again, he realized it wasn't an extended ball of yarn at all, but the tip of a massive dragon's tail!
Hypnotized again?
When did that happen!
In shock, he pulled back his arm, and the dragon's tail sprang up like a snake, fiercely pursuing him.
Once, twice... is there no end to this?
You want to die, is that it!
Rage instantly erupted in Silas's heart.
His face turned vicious, and instead of retreating, he manipulated the surrounding airflow and charged straight at the dragon!
"Hm?"
The dragon wore Baros's face.
Seeing Silas advance instead of retreat, surprise flickered across his features.
But at that moment, Silas had already crashed into his chest like a cannonball.
"Boom!"
Countless cyan-white flames erupted from his body, instantly igniting the dragon's form. The flames were incredibly intense.
Not only did the storm fail to extinguish them, it actually fueled their growth, completely enveloping the dragon!
"Roar..."
The dragon howled in agony.
Even its solid scales couldn't resist the flames, which scorched and warped them, exposing the charred flesh beneath.
It violently thrashed its body, trying to put out the flames, but this only made them burn more vigorously.
A figure separated from within. It was Silas. He adjusted his direction in midair, resisting the storm while struggling to approach the Queen.
But he had delayed for far too long.
The storm was growing increasingly powerful. His "Wind-blessed" level ability could no longer resist it!
An unprecedentedly strong air current suddenly formed, sweeping up his body.
Before he could react, it blew him away, sending him plummeting downward at extreme speed.
"Watch out!"
Silas was still trying to control his body when he heard the Queen's alarmed cry from far away.
In confusion, he looked down and discovered he was rapidly approaching a shadowy, indistinct mass.
It was the strange ruins that had appeared nearby after they transferred!
The Queen's warning came too late. Silas had no time to adjust before he plunged into the ruins!
In that initial instant, Silas felt everything around him slow down.
The waves, the fierce wind, the raindrops... everything moved sluggishly, completely devoid of their earlier momentum.
Immediately after, the colors of these things in his vision became incredibly saturated, saturated beyond measure.
The black of the storm clouds, the deep blue of the seawater, the brilliant white of the lightning... these colors broke through their limits, spreading out like spilled oil paint.
And he was falling deeper into these saturated colors...
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When Silas regained consciousness, he found himself in a peculiar world.
Gray mist spread thinly and insubstantially, shrouding everything.
Within the mist, countless illusory transparent entities with indescribable forms overlapped in vivid, distinct colors.
And deep within the gray fog, in the high sky overhead, seven beams of pure light in different colors slowly drifted. These lights seemed to contain infinite knowledge.
"This place looks like..."
Silas surveyed his surroundings, sensing a certain familiarity. "The Spirit World?"
This was the Spirit World, a realm that overlapped with reality, was everywhere yet nowhere, chaotic and peculiar, difficult to describe.
In Fors's Sights in the Spirit World, she had described this world in detail, and the principle of "Travel" involved traversing through the Spirit World.
As for those seven beams of light, without a doubt, they were the Seven Lights of the Spirit World.
He had arrived in the Spirit World!
Those ruins were an entrance to the Spirit World?
Silas looked behind him, but only saw faint mist and strange Spirit World creatures within it. There didn't seem to be any passage.
Was it a one-way entrance?
"Meow?"
The black cat Luna poked her head out from his chest. Protected by Silas's flesh, she hadn't been harmed earlier.
Now she was curiously observing this world, her eyes turned completely black.
She seemed very interested.
That made sense. According to Klein, "Seers" needed to draw power from here when divining...
Silas stroked the cat's head, pondering how to return.
Use Travel?
Then he saw that among the seven distant beams of light, the red one was rapidly approaching him.