Caliban, the Stone Horn region.
Zahariel returned to the tower in a daze. The black mist receded, and he raised his right hand, looking at the potion in his palm that the Black Emperor had bestowed.
There were tiny pale specks in the pitch-black potion.
Holding it in his hand, he felt as if it possessed some strange power, and his churning thoughts gradually calmed.
Zahariel took down the Force Staff from his back, infused it with spirituality, and quickly unsealed the "Euclidean Sigil."
Then he immediately obeyed the Black Emperor's command and completed the sacred ritual.
Zahariel awakened the terrifying memory branded into his brain: in the deep forest, the Lion Beast opened its bloody maw, its cold teeth flashing like sharp blades.
Zahariel's pupils rapidly dilated, swallowing both his eyes.
His two hearts pumped powerfully, adrenaline surging.
Zahariel's body faded swiftly, and he vanished from where he stood in an instant.
Whoosh!
His figure appeared three meters away at once, as if he had teleported.
Zahariel activated the "Terror Vision," a power possessed by no more than ten people in human history.
Within a single breath, he leapt continuously between the Warp and the real world.
On the other side of the mirror, Zahariel saw countless gleams sweeping past him:
a blood-red predator, slick black tentacles—
Zahariel, who had leapt into the real world, saw his gaze rapidly turn pitch-black as he rose into Magnus's third layer of Mindset.
In the next instant, after leaping back into the real world, the colors in his vision were sharply distinct: the blood-red was redder, the pitch-black even blacker—
The Librarian's eyes were deep as he searched among thousands upon thousands of gleams, picking them apart.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths—
Zahariel's gaze swept across tens of millions of gleams