Encountering the Red Light Again

A terrifying tornado connected the sky and the sea, like a giant python devouring the heavens and the earth. Luther was caught in it, and the powerful Storm easily tossed his body up and down, making him fly wildly.

"Meow"

Luther's abdominal Flesh rapidly caved in, enveloping Luna and Roselle's Black Key inside his body to prevent the frail kitten from being torn apart by the violent Hurricane. The wind was so strong that he could barely hear the black cat's voice.

At the same time, he also summoned the Phantom Tide within his mind and poured them into his own Spirit Body.

Soon, the airflow around Luther's body became relatively calm, at least allowing him to stabilize himself in the Apocalypse Storm.

The authority over the Illusory Sea, the "Wind-blessed"!

"Boom!"

However, this behavior seemed to further anger the remaining divine power, and was seen as a provocation. Above the sky, thick bolts of lightning crashed down! The lightning contained violent energy, and the moment it struck the sea, it split into countless leaping electric snakes on the top of the mountain-like waves.

Although Luther barely dodged the devastating blow, he was still caught in the Storm and unable to escape.

Damn it

The lingering electric current in the wind sent a shiver down his spine. Luther cursed under his breath, feeling an overwhelming pressure. If he had to describe it, the threat to his life posed by the "Spellsinger of God" was far less than that of this Storm.

Moreover, the Storm's power is rapidly increasing, and he won't be able to hold out for much longer.

We must leave this place!

Luther thought to himself.

He struggled to control the surrounding airflow, dodging the successive bolts of lightning while simultaneously activating Mr. A's soul within him, causing him to also initiate the Grazing.

An ancient, illusory book appeared in my hands.

One of Mr. A's Grazing skills is "Record"!

Now that things have come to this, he can only escape by Record his Travel!

"I came, I saw, I remembered."

"Boom!"

An unprecedented, earth-shattering thunderbolt struck, shattering the illusory book and thwarting Luther's attempt to save himself.

"Grass!"

Luther saw his Paper Figurine Substitute being blasted into nothing but black ash, which was instantly blown away by the wind, and he cursed inwardly.

But just then, he saw something strange appear in the Storm.

It was a soft ball of yarn that crept in from the bottom of the tornado and slowly extended towards Luther. Although the ball of yarn looked light and airy, the fierce wind couldn't move it at all, as if the two existed in different dimensions.

"Grab it, I'll pull you back."

The Queen's voice came from the ball of yarn.

Very good!

Luther was overjoyed and tried to control the airflow to get closer to the ball of yarn, reaching out his hand towards it.

"Don't grab me!"

But just then, the Queen's voice rang out from behind.

"!"

Luther was startled. When he looked again, he realized that it was not an extended ball of yarn at all, but the end of the tail of a huge Dragon!

Was I Hypnosis again?

When!

He withdrew his arm in surprise, and the Dragon's tail sprang up like a snake, suddenly chasing after him.

Once or twice, when will this ever end?

You want to die, huh?

Luther's anger erupted instantly. His face turned fierce, and instead of retreating, he manipulated the surrounding air currents and charged towards the Dragon!

"Um?"

The Dragon had the face of Barros, and when he saw Luther advance instead of retreat, a look of surprise crossed his face. But at that moment, Luther had already rammed into his chest like a cannonball.

"Boom!"

Countless bluish-white flames erupted from his body, instantly igniting the Dragon's form. The flames were incredibly intense; the Storm not only failed to extinguish them but actually amplified their size, completely engulfing the Dragon!

"Roar--"

The Dragon roared in agony; even its sturdy scales could not withstand the flames, being scorched and Distortion to reveal charred Flesh beneath. It shook violently, trying to extinguish the flames, but only made them burn even brighter.

A figure broke free from it; it was Luther. He adjusted his direction in mid-air, battling the Storm as he tried to get closer to the Queen.

But he took far too long.

The Storm is growing stronger and stronger; his "Wind-blessed" level of power is no longer enough to resist it!

An unprecedentedly strong gust of air suddenly formed, engulfing his body and blowing him away before he could react, causing him to plummet downwards at an extremely high speed.

"Careful!"

Luther was still struggling to control his body when he suddenly heard the Queen's exclamation from afar. Surprised, he looked down and found himself rapidly approaching a shadowy figure.

--Those are the strange ruins that appeared nearby after they moved!

The Queen's warning came too late; Luther had no time to adjust and had already fallen into the ruins!

In the initial instant, Luther felt everything around him slow down; the waves, the wind, the raindrops—everything moved sluggishly, completely lacking the momentum it had before. Then, the colors of these things in his vision began to become incredibly intense, intense.

The black of the clouds, the deep blue of the sea, and the blazing white of the lightning broke through the boundaries, spreading out like a splashed oil painting.

And he was falling deeper into these intense colors.

When Luther regained Consciousness, he found himself in a strange world.

A thin, ethereal, gray Fog permeated the air, enveloping everything. Within the Fog, countless illusory, transparent things, their forms indescribable, overlapped in vivid, distinct colors.

Deep within the Gray Fog, high above, seven beams of Pure Lights of different colors moved slowly, seemingly containing boundless knowledge.

"This seems to be the place."

Luther looked around and sensed a certain familiarity. "The Spirit World?"

This is the Spirit World, a world that overlaps with reality, is omnipresent, yet chaotic, strange, and indescribable. Fors described this world in detail in his Spirit World Insights, and the principle of "Travel" is also through traversing the Spirit World. As for those seven rays of light, they are undoubtedly the Seven Lights of the Spirit World.

I've arrived in the Spirit World!

Are those ruins an entrance to the Spirit World?

Luther looked behind him, but only saw a faint Fog and strange Spirit World Creature within Fog; there seemed to be no passageway.

Is it a one-way entrance?

"Meow?"

Luna, the black cat, peeked out from his arms. Protected by Luther's Flesh, it hadn't been harmed and was now curiously looking at the world, its eyes completely black.

It seems quite interested.

According to Klein, "Seer" need to draw power from here when Divination.

Luther stroked the cat's head, pondering how he should get back.

Travel?

Then he saw that among the seven beams of light in the distance, the red beam was rapidly approaching him.