Chapter 1105 Filled with Love and Kisses <TOC> Chapter 1107 Merged with the Gentle Wind
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Only at this point did Eudecernos’s eyes flicker with panic. Indeed, it was fond of spectacle, but this did not imply it wished to be an actor in its own play!
Particularly, this was a wildly absurd puppet show, in which even the script remained a mystery to it. From the initial thrill to the ensuing battles, and now onto the realm of romantic drama. It was a roller coaster ride, brimming with grotesque imagination and latent dangers.
Eudecernos wrestled with its desire to escape.
However, Baphomet and Minotaur, who had long despised it, were unlikely to easily let go. Within their spheres of authority, they clung to Eudecernos tenaciously.
As the interlude preceding the seventh act resonated, previously a duet danced by Baphomet and Minotaur. Now Eudecernos had joined the ranks, transforming this dance into an even more unbearable trio.
The look on Eudecernos’s face was one of complete defeat and terror. As a spectator, it could applaud and jeer, laughing and berating freely. But only when it truly stepped onto this eerie stage did it realize how utterly dreadful it was to be involuntarily controlled like a marionette, jerked around by unseen strings.
On the ground, within the Raincloud Cage, Nythotep massaged her forehead, “How did I end up holding a six-century-long void conference with such a foolish demon? It seems I really shouldn’t have stayed here; departing was the right path.”
Despite these words, Nythotep was urging Iadase through the rain strands, “Now, it’s your turn to save those three fools. My only hope for you is that you don’t end up like them, another monkey dancing on the stage.”
Iadase’s response was a cold laugh, followed by the flapping of bone wings, breaking through the flame-locked horizon.
Elsewhere, amidst the scorched soil in the southern outskirts, Fafnir clapped and cheered.
Angel’s gaze was focused on the sky, and with Canaan’s reminder, he saw Iadase take flight. The situation over the floating iceberg was unclear, but under the siege of four Great Demons, the situation was presumably dire.
As Angel felt anxious, Fafnir’s clapping startled him.
Turning his head, Angel was unsure of what Fafnir was so excited about. The latter’s gaze seemed to be directed upwards. Could something have occurred on the floating iceberg above?
Angel truly hoped that Fafnir would share with him the events in the sky, but he guessed that Fafnir would only respond to such a request with a cold laugh.
Angel shook his head, deciding to ignore the animated Fafnir, focusing instead on the predicament in front of him.
“Ha ha ha, excellent, three are trapped now. I wonder what will happen if the remaining four all step onto the stage,” Fafnir, absolutely delighted by the performance on the illusory stage in the sky, declared, “Not a single detail can be missed, it must all be recorded.”
Fafnir’s eyes remained wide open, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
Upon hearing Fafnir’s words, Angel seemed to have an epiphany, his eyes sparkling, “Honorable Lady Fafnir.”
“Disturb me not,” Fafnir said, unwilling to waste even a moment of her attention that had been thoroughly kindled by the peculiar puppet show taking place on the floating iceberg — a spectacle that had stirred her curiosity, lying dormant for an unknowable stretch of years.
Despite being spurned, Angel did not back down. He steeled himself and proposed, “Lady Fafnir, is there anything you wish to document? I have a tool at hand, ready to aid in your endeavor.”
Angel unveiled a crystal ball — an upgraded communicator he had received from the Resource Hall after a recent journey back to the Savage Grottoes. The orb was capable of recording both visual and auditory data. Nevertheless, Angel’s holographic tablet offered a wider range of functions, rendering this crystal ball almost redundant. The reason he bothered to claim it was a request from Mirror Lady, who had once voiced her hopes for him to design a new communicator, having had enough of Rhine’s obsessive fondness for crystal balls.
Upon hearing Angel’s proposal, Fafnir finally cast him a backward glance.
Though she could have captured these sights in her mind’s eye, having another medium for recording and projecting them would imbue her with a deeper sense of immersion as a spectator. Plus, it would open up the opportunity to share these experiences with others.
“Can this trinket truly capture visuals?” Fafnir queried, eyeing the crystal ball.
“Certainly. It can record not only visuals but also incorporate sound,” explained Angel. As he finished his sentence, he saw Fafnir’s eyes spark brightly, and she extended her hand to take the ball. Quickly, Angel added the caveat, “However, the ball’s recording range is limited. It must be in close proximity to the corresponding location to initiate the recording of visuals.”
Fafnir narrowed her eyes, “Are you playing tricks on me?”
Immediately, Angel waved off her suspicion, “I simply wanted to say that I can replicate the scene you are observing through illusion spells.”
With a snap of his fingers, the courtyard housing the Phantasmagoria Cabin was subject to a massive transformation. A faint mist began to rise in the formerly empty yard, morphing the mundane flatland into a hot spring under the watchful gaze of Fafnir and Canaan.
Pebbles were stacked into artful formations; the mist from the hot spring curled delicately upwards, even the dilapidated wooden shack had been replaced by an exotic, beautifully crafted loft. Angel snapped his fingers again, and the tranquil hot spring vacation house turned into a looming volcano on the brink of eruption. He didn’t stop there — he successively presented the scenes of a desert storm and turbulent oceans. Each of these scenarios was so vivid it bordered on reality.
That Angel was a master of illusion was known to both Fafnir and Canaan. Previously, to prevent prying eyes, Angel had created an illusionary landscape around the yard. At that time, they hadn’t found it particularly impressive. But as Angel now continuously altered the illusion around them, they began to discern something extraordinary in his craftsmanship.
Adjacent to the hot spring vacation house, they could genuinely sense the wisps of mist swirling around. Near the volcanic crater, the pungent scent of sulfur still lingered in their nostrils. The aridness of the desert wind, the humidity of the ocean — Angel’s portrayal of every little detail was perfect. It was as if they were genuinely situated within these environments.
Fafnir had to concede, strictly in terms of illusionary realism, it was indeed lifelike.
“Whatever scene you witness, my Lady, I can recreate,” said Angel.
“Though I may not see… however, the omnipotent Lady Fafnir should be able to lend me sight, correct?” After an elaborate roundabout, Angel finally voiced his objective.
Fafnir still harbored some hesitation. If she were to observe on her own, there would be no expenditure of energy, but to enable Angel to glimpse the sky would require a drain on her power. Although the cost was minor, she wasn’t inclined towards waste.
Noticing Fafnir’s hesitation, Angel quickly began to boast, “Not only can I simulate the illusionary terrain perfectly, I can ensure the viewing angle within the illusion is just right each time.”
To corroborate his claim, Angel conjured a thought and transformed the surrounding illusionary terrain into the scene of the previous battle between Hai and Sineva.
There’s a term called “camera sense”. Although Angel viewed it through a holographic tablet, the concept was familiar in the Wizarding World much earlier. For instance, witches would adjust the angle to make themselves more attractive in their images, demonstrating a keen camera sense. Even in the mortal Gloriosa Kingdom, a device was invented to reflect and capture images, a primitive version of the wizards’ imaging apparatus. However, their device used photosensitive material and required long exposure times. The photographs produced, to make them more appealing, the photographer would require the subjects to strike a pose with a sense of “picture sense”.
The prior battle between Hai and Sineva was impressive in its own right. Still, Angel, through his illusion spell and the application of ‘camera sense’, rendered the combat scene even more heart-stoppingly thrilling.
In the fleeting moments of their exchanged blows, Angel even utilized concepts such as slow motion, montage transitions, and bullet time to make the scene remarkably expressive.
“Viewing from different angles seems to offer more immersion and aesthetic value compared to a single perspective,” said Canaan, entranced by the spectacle, couldn’t help but exclaim.
“This is what we call Artistic Representation. Painting, sculpture, and the like share similar elements,” Angel casually explained. “Furthermore, I can apply artistic structure analysis, exaggerate expression, off-scene narration, all in the name of highlighting the intensity of the battle.”
Angel’s explanation was straightforward and Canaan understood at once. However, Canaan shook her head, “Artistic representation, I can accept. But all these additional aspects you mention, they make a battle too flamboyant. The focus of combat shouldn’t lie there.”
Angel paused, acknowledging the truth of Canaan’s words. The artistic techniques utilized in the holographic tablet were designed for humans in an era of entertainment. That didn’t mean demons would accept them.
As Angel was about to adjust, Fafnir, who had been listening from behind, suddenly interjected after hearing ‘artistic processing with exaggerated representation’, “Good! I don’t care about the rest, but the more exaggerated, the better!”
Before Angel could respond to Fafnir’s words, he felt an odd wind, permeating his eyes.
The next second, the scene before his eyes transformed.
Angel discerned an abrupt shift in his vantage point, as if he had ascended from earth to sky within an eyeblink.
It was as though his consciousness had bifurcated into two fragments — one tethered to the ground, the other transmuted into a gust of wind, dancing merrily in the high heavens. However, this gust was not under his command, rather, it was being guided by Fafnir, moving freely in the azure canvas above.
The gust was drawing nearer and nearer to the floating ice in the sky — so close that Angel felt he could almost discern a… stage in the heavens?!
“A real stage?” Angel looked at the ethereal puppet theatre in astonishment. He had always heard Fafnir talk about ‘watching the show’ but had never imagined that the dragon’s theatrical remarks held literal veracity.
As his gaze ascended, Angel finally found himself within reach of the floating iceberg. However, Fafnir did not steer the wind to fly towards the iceberg; instead, she moved them near the periphery of the stage. Nonetheless, from this vantage point, Angel instantly spotted Sanders standing atop the iceberg with an unobstructed view.
Chapter 1105 Filled with Love and Kisses <TOC> Chapter 1107 Merged with the Gentle Wind