"The domain of the wind is the hall of whispers, the boundary of distance, an invisible string sensing the world’s pulse..."
"Once you merge with the wind, you will hear the whispers it brings to you..."
"Hmph, but you, a mere human, how could you understand the grace of the wind."
When Angel was at the center of countless air rings, dodging the impact of myriad weather phenomena and feeling the roar of the storm, Fafnir’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
Sealed memories were uncovered, the seal of time removed—
Returning to the days when he opened a shop in Lassudral.
Fafnir, as an abyssal dragon of wind energy, always maintained a wind domain field around him. Angel could always feel the flow of the wind while beside Fafnir.
Initially indifferent, he began to explore joyfully, then Fafnir’s relentless disdain followed. This was Angel’s first contact with high-order wind’s force and his most profound understanding.
Fafnir would always use extremely cold words to disparage Angel’s comprehension of the true essence of the wind as worthless.
Angel indeed had little talent for the wind’s force, so he merely understood it briefly, and ultimately, his research into the wind came to nothing.
Even though later, before Lassudral fell, Fafnir once said: As a human, you barely qualify to study the wind.
But Angel was not a wind wizard, and his illusion technique skills were not proficient. He lacked the time and energy for cross-disciplinary research. Hence, he shelved it until now.
Angel thought Fafnir’s parting words were merely kind farewell words. But at this moment, truly surrounded by countless wild winds, he suddenly gained a further understanding of the wind.
Of course, even if he achieved some insights, it was of no help to Angel at that moment. He couldn’t instantly convert the insights into applicable knowledge; at least a long journey lay ahead.
However, although the insight could not help now, the memories could give Angel a significant boost in a short time.
The so-called memory is the recreation of the scenes when Angel opened his shop.
It was unremarkable back then, but now, reflecting upon it, Angel realizes it was an enormous wealth. Fafnir, as the pinnacle of abyssal dragons, constantly stimulated the wind domain field, embodying Fafnir’s comprehension of the wind.
This comprehension included all of Fafnir’s understanding of the wind sequence.
Angel was very fortunate; he didn’t see the wind domain field on the battlefield. It harbored no malice towards him, so he could leisurely be in all wind wizards’ envied wind sequence, unconsciously listening to the whispering of the wind.
When he recalled the scene at that time, it was as if he was conversing with Fafnir in that era.
Every time Kraken’s air ring hit him, Fafnir in the memory would mockingly jab with icy words that pierced his heart.
Every time he evaded the air ring, Fafnir would nonchalantly say: This is fundamental, failing it you can’t face me.
Thus, Angel continued to advance and dodge under Fafnir’s razor-sharp words.
As the clamoring sound around gradually lessened, Angel found that he could truly dodge many air rings.
Of course, it’s not the imaginary insults from Fafnir that gave him strength, but the insights gained from recalling Fafnir’s wind sequence.
Under such insights, he seemed to grasp some rhythm of the wind.
Thus, as he neared Kraken, the chance of being struck by the air rings decreased.
However, this peculiar experience could not last long. Even in the future, without environmental pressure, this realization might never be possible again. Memories, after all, are just memories, not the reality.
But even maintaining this state for two or three seconds allowed Angel to evade many air rings and ultimately arrived nearby Kraken at minimal cost.
He was now less than ten meters from Kraken’s bell-like eyes.
Yet, he could not get closer.
Kraken, initially dazed, had now returned to normal. Not only had air rings formed around it, but also numerous invisible yet sharp wind blades. These blades arrayed as "thorns" like armor, densely covering every inch of Kraken’s body.
If Angel went another step closer, he would surely face the fierce backlash of all the wind thorns.
Without the help of "memory," without Fafnir’s "guidance," touching the wind thorns would result in far more than minor injuries.
However, to control Kraken, close proximity was necessary; ten meters were still too far.
"Opportunities are few, perhaps only this one." Staring at the gigantic squid nearly within reach, Angel made a decision in his heart: "If I don’t want to miss this chance, it seems I must try this move."
Angel didn’t want to forsake his hard-won opportunity, for the next time, with brute force, it might not be as easy to reach Kraken’s side.
Thinking this, Angel took a deep breath. Before Kraken’s eyes of surprise faded, he abruptly opened his right eye.
The green pattern surrounding his right eye began to throb, nurtured by the breath of the Nightmare Realm, with numerous symbols and structures swirling around his right eye.
In Kraken’s eyes, Angel’s right eye had completely turned green.
Moreover, a daunting aura spread from his right eye.
Under this oppressive aura, Kraken hesitated for a moment.
This brief pause provided Angel the chance to cast his spell.
He released the heart illusion model constructed in his Mind Space through the casting conduit directly.
Previously, whether facing Chimera or Lobal, Angel cast the heart illusion model through his fingertips, the most familiar conduit.
But this time, the outlet for the casting conduit was his right eye.
Maintaining stable magic power requires the most familiar position for the casting conduit, which Angel previously used on his right hand fingers. Not only out of habit but also because the green pattern on his right hand could attach the power of the Nightmare Illusion. This reckless change held substantial risks of lowering stability and success rate, with failure potentially causing backlash.
Yet, Angel decided to do so.
Because he tested it before, opening the green pattern in his right eye and using it as a casting conduit slightly increased the heart illusion’s power.
Even if it’s just a "slight" increase, a successful invocation could become the last straw to break the camel’s back!