Chapter 1070 The Dark Void <TOC> Chapter 1072 The Sealed Off Passage
Translator: SumTLMan
At present, Angel is preoccupied with two matters.
The first one involves him lying on a rooftop, looking at the dappled tree shadows, sensing the melody of the breeze swirling around him.
The Domain of Wind, an innate quality of Fafnir, was primarily designed to obscure him from the sight of demons. Angel, being amidst this, aimed to avoid detection by demonic eyes. However, while on the rooftop, with nothing immediately at hand to engage him, he elected to attune himself to the whispering breeze nearby.
Through this attunement, Angel became aware of the intricate mysteries of the wind elements around him.
Or perhaps, the delicacy of Fafnir’s manipulation of the wind.
It felt like a series of gentle threads, seemingly gentle like a swaying drizzle, devoid of any aggression, yet it had already enveloped everything within its reach. With the breeze as a thread, it weaved a curtain of wind. However, Angel believed that should there be any irregularities in the surroundings, those pliant threads would instantly transform into razor-sharp wires, and the soft breeze would morph into a tempest of slashing edges.
This control over the wind made Angel unwittingly infatuated with it, instilling a desire in him to delve deeper into the mysteries of the wind.
Angel’s investigation was, of course, noticed by Fafnir. If it were anyone else, Fafnir would’ve instantly turned them into a skeleton caught in a whirlwind. But given that Angel was the emissary appointed by Odeklaes, Fafnir merely furrowed her brow and let him be. After all, with Angel’s current level of power, he wouldn’t be able to grasp anything significant.
Indeed, a domain is similar to a territory, a concept that a wizard would only come into contact with after achieving true knowledge. Within the Domain of Wind, Angel couldn’t discover any profound secrets. Angel’s “Journey of Wind” was a privilege that likely no other wizard in the entire Wizarding World had the honor of experiencing. Even if contact was to be made, it was presumed that it would transpire on the battlefield, where a wizard wouldn’t face the Domain of Wind’s gentle melody.
Thus, in this unparalleled journey, Angel’s experiences were quite extraordinary. Although his understanding of the wind was still rudimentary, he had grasped some key elements of the Sequence of Wind.
The Sequence of Wind, similar to the Rhythm of Water, is the manifestation of an elemental’s tidal and cyclical nature.
Understanding the Sequence of Wind essentially deepens one’s affinity for it. This would greatly aid in the study and casting of wind spells in the future.
Of course, it couldn’t be claimed that Angel had truly grasped the Sequence of Wind. Rather, he had gained some insights into some of its elements. This was a form of perception that, given time to accumulate, could perhaps become an integral part of his own system.
This could be considered an unexpected harvest.
In addition to the insights granted by perceiving the Domain of Wind, Angel was also engaged in another activity.
At present, every action of his could potentially fall under the watchful gaze of other demons. Under such circumstances, it wasn’t easy for him to construct the model of the Gateway or to study knowledge as he had before.
Unable to study, he sought tasks for himself, such as diverting some of his mental energy into his bracelet to observe the situation within the Softworm Mother Nest.
In the past, the Softworm Mother, due to lack of rest time, used all the absorbed nutrients for rapid hatching of ordinary Softworms to fight against the Dreamweaver Ants…or rather, one-sided feeding of Dreamweaver Ants to avoid being consumed.
Later, Angel, heeding Canter’s advice, introduced an adjustment to the frequency of the battles between the two warring nests.
This adjustment brought a fresh twist to this lopsided warfare.
The Dreamweaver Ants were mandated to call a truce for a few days after a specific interval of time. This meant that the Softworm Worm Mother was no longer in such a high-pressure environment, and it began to consider how it could potentially turn the tide.
How could it escape the one-sided slaughter at the hands of the Dreamweaver Ants? Relying solely on ordinary Softworms was certainly not going to cut it, as these common Softworms were nothing more than “laborers”, devoid of any combat capabilities. The Worm Mother knew that a new type of soldier had to appear if it was to change the game.
So, the Worm Mother began to innovate.
Days ago, Angel noticed that the Worm Mother had laid an egg that was pink with a white hue, along with three eggs that gleamed with a metallic sheen.
This was noticeably different from the typical Softworm eggs. It was apparent that this was the result of the Worm Mother’s innovative thinking — potentially a new type of soldier in the Softworm ranks.
Angel, for the past few days, whenever he had spare time, would keep an eye on the development of these four eggs.
Just minutes ago, Angel felt one of the eggs, the one with a metallic glow, suddenly begin to stir.
Hence, Angel shifted his focus to it.
After shaking for a while, a crack appeared on the shell of the bronze-colored egg, signifying that a new life was about to be born.
At this moment, Angel’s anticipation reached its pinnacle.
He naturally hoped that the “new soldier” hatching from this egg would be a Morphing Softworm. However, when a pale yellow worm crawled out, a tinge of disappointment flickered in Angel’s eyes.
Although this Softworm was somewhat larger than the others and had a copper sheen to its color, it was not the Morphing Softworm that Angel had so desperately yearned for.
This was a Copper Shelled Softworm, a combat unit among the Softworms, responsible for defense.
Indeed, when you stop and think about the current predicament of the Worm Mother, it’s under constant threat from the Dreamweaver Ant, so it logically produced the Copper Shelled Softworm at the earliest convenience.
While it’s not the Morphing Softworm that Angel has been wanting, the Copper Shelled Softworm is also a rather cherished magical worm, and its molting is a robust defensive material. At the very least, the Akeso essence blood he used as feed didn’t come at a loss.
After the Copper Shelled Softworm appeared, it started to form a defensive line around the Worm Mother. Angel didn’t continue observing after this, the other special eggs didn’t show signs of hatching, so they were temporarily put on hold.
With no Softworms distracting him, Angel could focus on sensing the Domain of Wind.
Time passed quietly.
After a while, a change happened at the highest point of La Sutherland — the Void Obelisk in the center.
La Sutherland is known as the city that never sleeps, because at the top of the Void Obelisk, there’s a radiant ball of light. It illuminates the entire city, never extinguishing.
But now, the light ball at the top of the Void Obelisk slowly started to dim.
Usually, the light ball would dim slightly at night to differentiate between day and night. But even when it dimmed, it was still incredibly bright, comparable to the difference between early and mid-summer days.
But now it was different. The light ball visibly dimmed at a noticeable speed, and within a mere couple of minutes, all of La Sutherland turned from bright day to pitch-black night.
The light ball at the top of the Void Obelisk did not completely extinguish. Instead, it faintly glowed like a moonstone.
From Angel’s perspective, it looked like a full moon.
“What’s going on? How did it change from day to night so suddenly?” Angel stood up, staring in confusion at the distant Void Obelisk.
Not just Angel, but most of the demons in La Sutherland were also puzzled.
A large number of demons flew up into the sky, their gazes fixed on the Void Obelisk.
Glowing with a radiant cerulean sheen reminiscent of lustrous water, Canaan took flight from the courtyard and alighted on the rooftop.
“Do you have an inkling of what’s going on?” Angel inquired of Canaan.
Canaan shook her head, “I’ve spent nearly a decade in La Sutherland, yet this is the first time I’ve witnessed the light source of the Void Obelisk extinguishing. I’m at a loss as to what could’ve transpired.”
Angel forwarded his confusion to Fafnir, but Fafnir, indifferent to the shifts between day and night, did not even bat an eye. If anything, she preferred the secrecy offered by the cover of darkness to the glaring brightness of the day.
“Could it be that the light sphere of the Void Obelisk is devoid of energy?”
Canaan shook her head again, “The Void Obelisk is the nexus of La Sutherland. If it lacks energy, La Sutherland would consequently crumble.”
Canaan’s words rendered Angel a bit startled. It was the first time he had heard that the Void Obelisk served as the nexus of La Sutherland. In truth, while he knew of the Void Obelisk’s existence, he was unfamiliar with its function, never having thought to inquire about it. After all, Angel had never imagined he would one day step into the inner city of La Sutherland.
“The Void Obelisk is the nexus of La Sutherland? Its function is to supply energy?” Angel queried curiously.
“To be honest, I’m not too sure myself. But I’ve heard from other half-demons that the Void Obelisk was established in the ancient times by a Demon God. It has the ability to absorb energy that’s free-floating in the void, thereby maintaining La Sutherland’s eternal existence and perpetual brightness.” Canaan paused for a moment before continuing, “Apart from that, there are some unknown secrets within the Void Obelisk. It seems to possess characteristics similar to a Translayer Gate. However, this is merely hearsay, and I’ve never personally been inside. Except for the Greater Demons, all others must refrain from venturing inside the Void Obelisk.”
Angel gave a nod of understanding, deciding not to delve deeper into the true purpose of the Void Obelisk. At present, what piqued his curiosity was the cause behind this peculiar shift from day to night.
Nevertheless, Angel did not obtain the answers he sought in the end.
The darkness of the night still lingered. The demons had once again returned to their individual territories and begun adapting to life after the fluctuation of day and night.
“Actually, this darkness isn’t half bad, it’s rare to see such a scene.” Canaan peered towards the distant La Sutherland. Once radiant and grand structures were now obscured by the blanket of night, only specks of light remaining. From afar, it appeared like a starry sky, possessing its own unique allure.
“Our shop is too dark; we need to set up lights.” Canaan’s sudden enthusiasm was unexplainable. She jumped down from the roof, procuring a pile of shining objects from somewhere, and started to decorate the narrow wood cabin.
Angel couldn’t help but smile, yet he didn’t stop Canaan’s actions. He gazed at the distant lights, slightly entranced.
Meanwhile, at the Hunting Museum’s balcony, Night exited through the door. The fire symbol on his face had, at some unknown point, faded considerably. The ferocious and flamboyant fire symbol was no longer visible, revealing his handsome features.
Night raised his head, looking towards the direction of the Void Obelisk. Suddenly, his calm eyes shimmered with a startling radiance.
“The time has finally come.”
Inside the Void Obelisk, within an open and circular hall, a handful of distinct-looking demons were gathered together.
If Angel were there, he would have recognized Iadase among this group of demons, who once harbored ill intentions against him.
These demons were all Greater Demons that resided in La Sutherland. The normally arrogant and mighty demons wore grave expressions.
In their midst, there was a small flame burning, suspended in mid-air.
The flame seemed ordinary, but the extraordinary part was the strange green symbol that faintly emerged from within it.
This was the insignia of the Flameless Lord.
Chapter 1070 The Dark Void <TOC> Chapter 1072 The Sealed Off Passage