In his madness, Popota struggled to his feet and began to walk step by step toward the statue in the center of the hall.
Beneath the statue wrapped in wings, there was a protruding stone block that seemed unremarkable. Yet with Popota’s newly increased power, he could clearly see countless light Patterns hidden in space, spanning the entire underground hall and extending to the Void Tower, and even into other-dimensional space.
And the core hub of all these Patterns was that unremarkable stone block. By pressing it, all the Patterns would be disrupted!
Popota was nearly mad.
His lucid thoughts were replaced by frenzied and agitated emotions.
It was as if many voices were whispering in his ear: Press it, press it…
Popota went along with these whispers, raising his hand covered in green slime, “Yiha ha ha, Lassudral, it’s time for the curtain to fall.”
He slowly reached out his hand toward the protruding stone.
The surrounding Patterns seemed to stir as if trying to stop him, but he continued anyway, just at a slower pace than before…
Outside the Void Tower, suddenly all the shadows became still for a moment.
Nitotipu, who had been at a disadvantage against the Indigenous People, took the chance to rally, shouting at Yadasai, “I’ve opened a secret passageway with my tentacles, hurry up and rush inside!”
Yadasai, upon hearing this, didn’t stop to ponder why the shadows had come to a halt. Instead, her figure flashed, immediately rushing toward the passageway.
The Indigenous People were only motionless for a brief instant; Nitotipu pressed forward, trying to suppress them with its crazed grey mist tentacles.
However, the Indigenous People were much stronger than it had anticipated. With just one swing of a staff, it severed Nitotipu’s tentacles.
But that was enough. Taking advantage of the momentary gap, Yadasai charged into the passageway.
Nitotipu, although severely injured, let out a sigh of relief. It knew that the shadows had their own mechanisms and could not enter the Void Tower, and the passage was already within the bounds of the Void Tower.
Since Yadasai had been sent into the passageway, Nitotipu’s mission was complete, and now it had to figure out how to retreat.
Only by leaving the Shadow Mist Area would it truly be safe.
Just as Nitotipu was thinking of retreating through the battle, the whole of Lassudral suddenly shook.
In the fiery sky, the clouds gathered swiftly.
A violent wind, starting with no reason. Blowing into Lassudral, it produced a loud, mournful wail.
The Wizards on the floating ice all looked around in confusion at the sudden change. The howling wind made everyone’s clothing flap loudly, and the Wizards, who had been fighting the Demons, now withdrew to steady themselves.
The surrounding clouds grew denser and denser.
In the sky, the uppermost layer was awash with flames, the middle layer covered in black clouds, and the lower layer filled with relentless and grim winds.
“What happened?” everyone was asking, but no one could answer. Yet deep down, a shadow loomed over everyone’s heart. One mishap after another unfolded, growing ever more profound, and by now everyone had a bad premonition.
A single person’s suspicion may be a coincidence, but when everyone feels something is amiss, then there truly is a problem.
Meher came to Monty’s side, asking what to do.
Monty, however, stood at the edge of the wind, his gaze sweeping over Lassudral, and finally, slowly settled on the Void Tower.
…
Misty Cabin.
As Lassudral suddenly shook, Angel’s heartbeat thundered like a drum.
As he wondered what was happening, the sky of Lassudral started to change, with clouds converging, and a wild wind arose suddenly.
The wind tangled Angel’s hair into disarray, his pupils reflecting the endless dark clouds.
“What’s happening?” Angel asked, turning to Fafnir. He didn’t even realize that his question carried an undertone of panic, and he had even omitted to use an honorific.
Fafnir’s brow was deeply furrowed.
She didn’t know what had happened either, but like those Wizards in the sky, Fafnir also had a strong sense of foreboding, even more intense than others.
Under this sudden ominous premonition, Fafnir even stood up.
She ignored Angel’s inquiry and directed her gaze towards where the premonition was pointing to—the Void Tower.
Angel didn’t get a response from Fafnir; instead, it was Canaan who spoke with a trembling voice,
“I—I think I hear Lassudral weeping.”