The journey was only a few dozen kilometers, yet at that moment it seemed unusually long.
As he flew, Reilo infused the Small Vial with the Gravity Law, struggling against the other force inside it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
After Reilo's continued efforts, the force pulling inside the vial finally could no longer hold out against him. With a series of whooshing sounds, three points of light flew out. Once they left the vial, they began to swell in size, circling Reilo with an almost uncanny awareness, as if ready to flee at any moment.
Reilo stared intently at the four light swords.
His gaze pierced the Energy Magnetic Field enveloping the swords. Beneath their ancient, battered shells, he seemed to sense a mysterious connection of wills. If he had not already taken half a step toward the threshold of a Level Five creature, and grasped the importance of unifying will and law, he might never have noticed this mysterious connection.
"Hiss... These four Creation Swords really are extraordinary!"
The four Creation Swords were Storm, Thunder, Frost, and Flame. Reilo tried to control them as one, hoping to understand more clearly the faint, mysterious connection of wills, but they resisted fiercely. It seemed he would not be able to accomplish that anytime soon.
The fact that these four Creation Swords could serve as keys for the Gulan Demons to open the Dark Magic Eye Pyramid also showed that, in their eyes, the swords could not possibly be replicated easily. They were likely tied to some incomprehensible history.
After a long while.
At last.
Beneath the shadow of a grove of Pangula trees among the distant dunes, the blood-eyed man looked out toward Reilo. Reilo's flying speed picked up, and he soon arrived at the artificial grove and landed, looking at