Chapter 384: Chapter 383- Sudden Horror (2) Still within the silent confines of Port Thirty-Three, Grey stared at the scene before him with widened eyes.
The rusty nail had pierced into something invisible.
Although he could not see what it had struck, he knew with absolute certainty that it had stabbed into the mysterious being responsible for the horrifying massacre moments ago.
The moment the nail embedded itself, boundless madness and insatiable hunger erupted from its tiny body without the slightest restraint.
The aura was terrifying beyond words.
It did not merely radiate power.
It radiated insanity.
Grey felt a shiver run through his soul.
He had no doubt that if even a fraction of that madness and hunger had been directed toward him instead of the unseen existence, his mind, soul, and body would have collapsed long ago, leaving nothing behind.
The gap between him and the rusty nail was simply too great.
Fortunately, all of its malice was focused elsewhere.
The invisible force gripping Grey immediately came to a halt.
The enormous unseen hand that had been preparing to tear him apart suddenly released him without warning.
Grey dropped several feet before crashing onto the wooden harbor with a heavy thud.
He immediately rolled several times before forcing himself to a stop.
Ignoring the pain coursing through his body, he hurriedly looked upward.
Nothing could be seen.
The space above him remained completely empty.
Yet Grey could clearly sense that an intense struggle was unfolding there.
Although invisible to his eyes, it felt as though countless unseen hands were desperately grabbing at the rusty nail, attempting to wrench it free from whatever it had pierced.
The struggle became increasingly violent.
The surrounding space rippled continuously, as though two terrifying existences were wrestling beyond the limits of ordinary perception.
However...
The invisible being seemed completely unable to pull the nail free.
The rusty nail remained firmly embedded in place.
Its ancient body trembled faintly as endless waves of madness and hunger continued pouring from it like a volcano that had remained dormant for countless ages before finally erupting.
The longer it remained exposed, the more terrifying its aura became.
Then...
A deafening hum echoed through the harbor.
An overwhelming devouring force suddenly burst from the rusty nail.
A massive vortex rapidly formed around it, twisting the surrounding air and even distorting space itself.
The black vortex rotated faster and faster, releasing an irresistible suction that seemed determined to swallow the unseen existence whole.
The invisible being resisted desperately.
The surrounding space shook violently.
Yet the vortex continued pulling relentlessly, refusing to release its prey.
At that very moment...
Far away, aboard the colossal flying vessel occupying the center of Port Thirty-Three, the middle-aged man who had remained seated cross-legged throughout the entire incident suddenly opened his eyes.
His expression changed dramatically.
He drew in a sharp breath as though sensing something unimaginable.
Without wasting a single moment, both of his hands began forming one seal after another at astonishing speed.
His fingers moved so quickly that they left behind numerous afterimages.
Brilliant inscriptions rapidly emerged around him.
Golden runes floated into existence one after another before intertwining to form several profound arrays.
The arrays revolved around his body before finally converging upon his right arm.
Layer after layer of glowing inscriptions wrapped around his sleeve like countless chains, radiating an ancient and mysterious aura.
Only then did the man suddenly thrust his arm forward.
It looked as though he was grabbing onto something invisible.
The muscles throughout his body bulged as he pulled backward with all his strength, seemingly attempting to drag something out of his own chest.
His expression twisted with effort.
Veins bulged across his forehead.