Chapter 1745 Legendary Will <TOC> Chapter 1747 Gaze
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The scarlet mist layered thickly upon itself, its majestic presence spreading far and wide, with no end in sight.
As everyone was still speculating about the composition of the red mist, a shadow suddenly emerged from within it.
It was the head of a Griffin. At first glance, it bore a striking resemblance to Toby, but its eyes held a cold and sharp demeanor, exuding a sense of arrogance as if it were looking down upon all beings from above.
In no time, another shadow began to surface from the mist. Angel initially thought it would be the body of the Griffin, but that wasn’t the case. The Griffin had only revealed its head, with the rest of its body remaining hidden within the mist, its outline barely visible.
If it wasn’t the silhouette of a Griffin, then what was this new shadow? With this question in mind, Angel observed closely, and soon, the identity of the shadow became clearer.
The head of a serpent appeared, emerging from the other side of the mist. Its crimson tumorous growths resembled a crown, and its blood-red vertical pupils held a mocking tone as if ridiculing the world. Although its size was somewhat smaller than that of the Griffin’s head, the impact it conveyed was no less striking.
“The scarlet mist must be the Omen Sign this time,” Gloria mused, pausing for a moment. “However, within this red mist, we’ve seen the illusions of both the Griffin and Serpent-Bird heads. So, does this omen depict Toby’s two forms?”
The previous omen Angel experienced was the proliferation of gates in the void. Was this time’s Omen Siolely revealing the forms within the blood mist?
As Gloria was lost in thought, Angel pondered, “What I’m really curious about is, why only the heads are being revealed.”
Whether it was the Griffin or Serpent-Bird, only the heads were exposed. Judging by the turbulent state of the blood mist, it seemed there was no intention of revealing the full forms.
As they continued to be immersed in their uncertainties, another shadow began to form within the blood mist.
Judging by the appearance, it seems something is about to emerge, and judging from its silhouette, it looks like… a head?
Gloria and Angel exchanged glances, both with a look of surprise in their eyes. The Griffin and Serpent-Bird are two of Toby’s forms. Their appearance suggests there might be a clue as to their origins, but what could the third head represent?
Could it signify another form for Toby?
As they awaited the emergence of the head, it only reached the surface of the red mist, never fully revealing itself. They could only discern a vague silhouette which appeared slightly smaller than the heads of both the Griffin and Serpent-Bird, with a slender, gracefully curved neck.
They waited for a moment longer, but the head still didn’t rise above the red mist.
“It seems it won’t emerge,” Angel remarked. “But seeing this, I have a minor speculation about this Omen Sign.”
“What speculation?” Gloria asked curiously.
“At first, I thought the same as you, that this Omen simply showed Toby’s two forms. However, when I saw the third head, I noticed something,” Angel pointed towards the center of the red mist. “If you look closely, although these three heads appear in different directions within the red mist, the shadows within seem to subtly connect.”
Gloria’s eyes widened slightly, “You mean… they aren’t separate entities but are interconnected?!”
Angel nodded, whispering, “Perhaps, this is the final form Toby will assume once his bloodline is fully activated. As of now, only the information related to the Griffin and Serpent-Bird bloodlines has been activated, hence only these two forms are displayed.”
“As for the third head, we can barely make out its silhouette,” Angel narrowed his eyes, his gaze intense, “It might suggest… its time of appearance isn’t too far off.”
Upon hearing this, Gloria’s expression turned solemn, “Are you referring to the Third Tribulation?”
Angel nodded, “An Omen Sign often reveals hidden truths. If my speculation is correct, perhaps Toby’s Third Tribulation has indeed begun to surface. After all, we both felt it before…”
Gloria also recalled the fleeting, profound emotion she saw in Toby during his tribulation — an emotion that was neither rage nor resentment, but a third kind of extreme sentiment. From this perspective, Angel’s hypothesis might very well be accurate.
Gloria queried, “But the Second Tribulation has just passed. Why has the omen for the Third Tribulation surfaced so swiftly?”
Shaking his head, Angel admitted he didn’t have an answer, “Perhaps something unforeseen happened during this tribulation.”
Gloria remembered the look in the eyes of the Serpent-Bird, Toby’s transformation — an urgent need to share its grievances. Perhaps something really did go awry during the tribulation; why else would it have such an expression?
“Regardless of whether my speculations are correct, it’s not our primary concern right now. We can set it aside for the moment,” Angel, looking at the magnificent red mist in the distance, changed the subject, “However, it’s worth noting how vast the shadow in the omen is.”
This seemed to suggest that when Toby reaches his complete form, he would be a massive beast spanning the void.
Pushing aside the unsettling topics, Gloria responded in line with Angel’s tone, “Rather than a large form, I still prefer its initial, petite shape.”
“I believe Toby feels the same way,” Angel remarked, “After all, with such a massive body, it would be hard to fit into a lovely princess dress.”
A hint of a smile tugged at Gloria’s lips. Although Angel’s comment wasn’t particularly humorous, his serious delivery made one involuntarily imagine a colossal beast dressed in a dainty princess gown — a mental image that was rather amusing.
While they conversed, the red mist’s omen finally stabilized, ceasing any further changes or extensions. Simultaneously, below the mist, a cocoon began revealing some cracks.
To put it precisely, within the vortex of energy, a rift emerged. At first, it was a mere crack, but over time, it began to expand and tear wider.
As this rift manifested, the silhouette within the cocoon became increasingly distinct. Even to the naked eye, the massive head of the Serpent-Bird could be observed, juxtaposed intriguingly with the Omen Signs of the Serpent-Bird looming in the blood mist above it.
This signified that Toby’s advancement was nearing its culmination. By the time he emerges from the cocoon, everything will have come to an end.
For Toby, after facing his tribulation, both his physical form and bloodline experienced significant enhancements. This made his progression smooth sailing without a hitch, starkly different from human wizards, whose every step of advancement often teeters between life and death.
As the advancement approached its final moments, Angel began to set aside his earlier laid-back demeanor. After all, while Toby might be advancing as a beast, there were many out there with covetous eyes on his flesh and blood.
“Huh?” As Angel pondered this, he glanced around and realized that the surrounding onlooking spike-headed wizards had vanished.
It wasn’t that everyone had departed; two individuals remained in the vicinity. Angel recognized both: one was one of the two city masters of Sky Mechanical City, Rosen, dubbed the “Mechanical Beast King,” and the other was Sanders.
Sanders and Rosen seemed to have arrived later as Angel hadn’t spotted them earlier. At this moment, they were engaged in some discussion.
Angel chose not to interrupt, instead redirecting his attention.
At this point, Gloria offered clarification to Angel’s curiosity, “When the red mist omen appeared earlier and the legendary aura began to wane, that group had already fled. Your mentor and Lord Rosen only arrived a moment ago, likely drawn by that preceding aura.”