Minotaur's Secret Room, Eternal Fall Maze, Kosti

"It was you?!"

Fomingge stared in disbelief at Ronan's face after the mask was removed.

"Ronan Damien!"

"You're not dead?!"

Fomingge never expected that the little wizard from the south who was forced to actively throw himself into the Storm Realm because of a Helamus Inheritance would not die in the Storm Realm as he had imagined, but instead transformed into the number one wizarding genius of the Destiny Empire, Golden Dawn!

Did I disappoint you?

Ronan's gaze swept over indifferently, and in the light of dawn, the Golden Flame Blade silently slashed down, its overwhelming pressure descending.

Enveloped in a dazzling, golden heat, Fomingge snapped out of his shock at learning Ronan's true identity as if from a dream.

He quickly entered the state of his Elemental Spirit True Body, his hands forming a hand seal, and a huge black six-pointed star magic ring expanded outwards.

"Snap—"

A dazzling magical blade of light slashed down, tearing through the void, and a dreamlike and enchanting world unfolded, like a giant Golden Lightning hundreds of feet long striking Fomingge.

In an instant, the six-pointed star magic ring exploded, and Fomingge's body disappeared.

Countless dark purple energy beams shot from the other end. Ronan manipulated his blade to sweep across, and his Golden Flame Blade slashed out, cutting all the dark purple energy beams in half like harvesting wheat.

With the blessing of the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state, his mental strength is comparable to that of a late-stage level 5 wizard. His raw strength alone is enough to crush Fomingge, who is unable to activate the Inheritance Magic Array. He doesn't need any true meaning-level spells at all.

The blade of [Golden Origin] fell continuously, turning the void into a turbulent ocean, with golden and crimson ripples scattered everywhere.

Fomingge's elemental body was repeatedly shattered by Ronan. On the fifth time, his Elemental Spirit True Body dissolved in the golden waterfall. Fomingge let out a muffled groan and finally revealed himself in a disheveled state from a void.

At this moment, his entire body was covered with numerous knife marks, all showing signs of being severely eroded and injured by the golden power. The flesh that had been torn open at the wounds had all been metallicized, and even the blood that flowed out had become semi-solidified liquid gold.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Ronan calmly watched him as the blade shattered, transforming into a torrent of metal, composed of countless musical note-like fragments, enveloped in asphalt-like golden Torrent. This torrent surged wildly around the entire battle group, leaving behind layers upon layers of golden storms.

Fomingge was firmly trapped within the terrifying golden storm; his Spiritual Force Field would be torn apart as soon as it spread out even slightly.

"You think you've got me cornered?"

Fomingge stood before Ronan, his face pale, but his emotions had calmed down.

He slowly removed the crystal eye mask from his face. The new eyeball in the one eye he had gouged out himself had not yet fully grown in. Inside, some white fleshy buds wriggled in the empty eye socket, staring at Ronan with a ghostly gaze. He forcefully raised the corners of his mouth, revealing pale white teeth and blood-red gums, which looked disgusting and full of sinister aura.

"Look what this is?"

Suddenly, Fomingge raised his hand, grabbed something, and shook it forcefully at Ronan.

Ronan squinted and noticed that Fomingge was holding was a wet eyeball that looked like it had just been taken out of some solution.

A person's eyeballs, with pupils that are a dull grayish-silver color.

"What do you mean?"

Ronan spoke calmly, his fingers tracing the rows of gold Itai fragments in front of him. The collision of his fingertips with the metal produced a rhythmic metallic hum, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

"Don't you recognize me?"

Fomingge smiled cruelly and shook his head, saying, "It's alright, I have others."

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and pulled out a strand of dark hair out of thin air, which was casually tied with a women's hairband adorned with tiny gemstones.

What about this one?

Fomingge held up a strand of hair tied with a ribbon and waved it at Ronan. "You didn't even forget this, did you?"

Ronan frowned, staring at the headband, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Let me help you remember."

Fomingge coughed violently, and the injuries on his face and body caused by the corrosive power of the golden energy seemed to have worsened. He lost all his former elegance, but his arrogance became even more rampant.

"This eyeball comes from the Silver Magic Ring, from a little fellow Orian Orion."

He's quite talented, and he's practically an old friend of yours?

"Boom!"

Before Fomingge could finish speaking, the Itai Torrent surrounding him suddenly became extremely violent and agitated, and a terrifying and chilling killing intent rose from Ronan's body.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Amidst an unprecedented, dense, and sharp metallic tremor, the gold transformed into countless palm-length, oddly shaped blades Itai Torrent of titanium, swarming from all directions towards Fomingge at the very center, like a flock of man-eating birds that had smelled blood.

Fomingge swiftly waved his arms, drawing one colorful magical ring after another in the air as he frantically retreated, deflecting the onslaught of golden blades while laughing maniacally.

"I knew you cared about her! I knew it!"

This woman thought you were dead, and she stupidly came to the Elemental Magic Ring to question me.

A mere level Third Level Wizard, heaven knows where she got the courage, haha.

The golden swords that had been surging toward the center like a tide suddenly stopped, and even the omnipresent chanting of Song of Fire Gold in the void disappeared. Everything came to a halt, and the air became eerily quiet.

Fomingge's voice stopped abruptly. He narrowed his eyes and looked around. Among the countless golden daggers that were suspended motionless, he could not find Ronan's figure.

But this unusual and eerie tranquility gave rise to an unprecedented and intense sense of unease in his heart.

Fomingge took a light breath, one hand fell to his side, hidden under his robe, and quietly pulled out an ancient badge-like object, his lips moving slightly without leaving a trace.

Before Fomingge could finish his short incantation, a cold voice rang in his ear.

"Condensation."

Like a drop of water falling into a calm pond, creating ripples.

Silver ripples spread out quietly, and the mystery of the space dissipated, freezing the movements of Fomingge's mouth and hands in an instant.

His eyes darted around, and before his surprise could even show, he saw pools of silver water spreading out around his body, transforming into silver mirrors of varying sizes and irregular shapes, simple in design yet exuding a touch of luxury.

Each mirror reflected Ronan's serene figure.

Each Ronan is surrounded by Torrent of metal formed from countless gold Itai- tipped blades.

The chanting of fire and metal, the resonance of metal, seemed to amplify countless times.

Fomingge's eyes widened suddenly, and in an instant, he was completely submerged by countless golden Torrent surging from the mirrors all around him!

[Space Mirror Art - Infinite Mirror Light]!

"One Segment Magic Domain Resonance, [The Minotaur's Secret Room]!"

Copying, reflecting, confusing, folding, shuttling

The power and unpredictability of Space Magic were on full display at this moment. In terms of actual power, the [Minotaur's Secret Room] was naturally far inferior to the Golden Sea of Clouds Surge of True Meaning, which summoned the true form of the Spirit Maya spell.

But in the current situation, the combination of truth and falsehood, illusion and reality, has a greater impact on the eyes and mind, and has amplified the shock and unease in Fomingge's heart!

Fomingge let out a struggling growl from the depths of his throat, barely managing to break free from the force of the Stasis space, before being sliced and [Penetration] by countless golden blades.

In an instant, he was overwhelmed by pain and could not distinguish which of the Torrent of gold Itai that were repeatedly washing over him was real and which was fake, nor did he know which wave of attack to use magic to resist.

When everything calmed down.

Fomingge stood blankly in mid-air, his body already tattered like a burlap sack.

His pale, handsome face was covered in bloodstains, and his eyes were almost vacant. Around him, there were still those quiet and elegant silver mirrors.

Suddenly, the silver mirror floating in the void began to move again.

A tiny spark ignited in Fomingge's almost completely extinguished, ashen eyes.

Ronan's figure appeared in the silver mirrors.

Countless Ronan walked towards Fomingge from the mirror.

Fomingge finally reacted, his expression contorted as he tried to resist, but the countless Ronan had already completely stepped out of the mirror.

Countless Ronan combine to form one Ronan.

Ronan calmly extended his hand to Fomingge.

The hand, clad in a Magma Embrace Gauntlet glove woven with gold thread and inlaid with seven crimson fire diamonds, seemed to disregard spatial distance, appearing directly in front of Fomingge and gently gripping his throat.

"Explain."

Ronan looked at Fomingge, who was now unable to resist, and asked softly, "What did you do to Kosti?"

Fomingge's face turned deathly pale, but after the initial shock and panic, his expression relaxed.

"Hehehe—"

He let out a grating laugh, like a broken bellows being pulled with all its might, and mumbled, "Kill me. That way you'll never find them."

"I will kill you, but not now."

Ronan spoke calmly.

He raised his right hand, and four Nail of the Soul materialized in his palm.

All of it was injected into Fomingge's body in one breath. Fomingge's eyes widened instantly, veins bulged, and his body and expression twisted violently.

Ronan opened a shrine sealed with healing power. In the ancient waterway ruins of the Lost Lands for more than three years, he had collected many shrines, among which the healing shrines were the most numerous.

"This power will prevent you from dying in excruciating pain..."

Ronan grabbed Fomingge, who was curled up in a ball, convulsing, and unable to utter a single word, with one hand, and then activated the power of the "Mirror of Emptiness" within his body.

That connects to the back of the Minotaur's Maze.

A gray vortex slowly formed between the two of them. As Ronan pressed Fomingge into the gray vortex, he whispered, "Don't think I don't know the answer just because you don't tell me."

Have you forgotten who's standing behind me?

The prophet of Pendulum of Fate will guide me to find them.

"And you can just enjoy the remaining thousand-plus years of your life inside."

Fomingge's contorted face twitched violently, his consciousness fluctuating wildly. He seemed to realize what he was about to face, an outcome that was completely different from what he had originally anticipated.

Despair consumed him, and he could only watch helplessly as he continued to fall into some unpredictable space, where a cold, decaying aura, like that of a living dead tomb, slowly enveloped his body.

Once Fomingge was completely lost in the labyrinth, Ronan never looked at him again.

Ronan slowly picked up the strands of hair and hairband that Fomingge had dropped during the battle, and held them in his hands, murmuring softly.

"Kosti"