Magic Exists (Part Two)

Pain—endless pain—shattered all clear awareness and reason.

Darkness abruptly fell before his eyes. When the light returned, Amosta found himself standing within a world of infinite chaos.

Above him, black lightning occasionally flashed across the gloomy dark-red sky. Below his feet, suspended in the void, lay a stormy sea. The howling wind around him was composed of wails and sobs.

Amosta's expression was cold and stern. Standing in the void, he silently looked down at the surging ocean below.

This disorderly sea was Pastore's consciousness. Every drop of moving water within it represented a thought that had flashed through his mind since his arrival in this world. Yet under the lashing of the black lightning and the violent collisions of the currents, every thought contained within those "droplets" had been shattered.

Amosta watched the raging sea. After a long while, he slowly raised his head and looked at the culprit responsible for throwing this ocean of consciousness into such chaos.

With one step, Amosta arrived at the end of the sea of consciousness. This sea floated in boundless emptiness, and beyond its borders was absolute darkness.

A colossal vortex, comparable to the mythical Charybdis, churned and devoured the entire sea of consciousness. Every second, it endured tens of thousands of lightning lashes, making the furious vortex itself let out agonized wails.

Amosta frowned slightly and looked up at the dark-red canopy of the sky. After pondering the black lightning emerging from nothingness for a moment, he slowly raised his right hand and spread his fingers toward the sky in a supporting gesture.

Golden flames billowed from his palm, gradually changing shape.

Like an umbrella, the golden canopy cautiously expanded in all directions. Yet even so, the world of consciousness where Amosta stood trembled faintly as the flames spread, and everything