"No matter which side gains the upper hand, it will be very interesting. You know, watching is always the greatest joy for us upside-down ones."
Afterward, the Specimen Library returned to silence once more, with only the golden words on the Wizard General Record Projection Platform continuing to flicker.
Like a spark just ignited, weak yet steadfastly burning in the vast darkness.
And the master of this spark stood at the edge of the Black Mist Jungle, gazing at the distant horizon...
.........
The sky was gloomy, with the treetops of the Black Mist Jungle swaying sporadically under a bizarre wind, producing a rustling sound.
Ever since the seal of the Bloodline Altar broke, the whole area's Magic Field had become extremely unstable.
Occasionally, turbulent energy fluctuations formed tiny vortices in the air, like countless invisible hands slapping against the skin, causing tingling sensations.
