"Hmm?"
Cyril suddenly looked up as if he had sensed something. What entered his eyes was not the Seven Pure Lights that always blanketed the Spirit World, but a massive shadow pressing down toward them.
As the distance closed, he made out the details of the shadow overhead.
Countless dark greenish-black scales fit tightly together, with pure white feathers growing from the gaps between them. Every feather and scale bore strange symbols of different shapes, wreathed in pale flames that seemed capable of scorching the soul.
Feathered Serpent!
The thought flashed through his mind. Before he could do anything, an overwhelming pressure descended. The surrounding Spirit World suddenly became chaotic, and his body uncontrollably fell downward.
Before being forced out of the Spirit World, he vaguely heard Klein cry out anxiously, "You... Mr. Azik?"
Cyril did not hear what Klein said afterward. The rich, vivid colors around him had already vanished, replaced by scorching air, trees and grasslands devoured by flames...
He had fallen from the Spirit World back into reality.
"Does this count as hitting one of our own?"
Meanwhile, on the other side of Empress Borough.
A stern middle-aged man with only one eye held an ordinary-looking, somewhat dull Quill and stopped writing.
The notebook before him was filled with messy Loenese words:
Azik Eggers, who had yet to recover all his memories and strength, happened to encounter some problems when he arrived in response to Sherlock Moriarty's plea for help. A brief bout of madness made him mistake the arriving Randolph Carter and "Yellow Light" Venithan for enemies.
"Yellow Light" Venithan reacted a moment too slowly. Although he blocked Azik Eggers's attack, a storm happened to rise in the Spirit World at that moment, forcing everyone except him out of the Spirit World.
Thus, Sherlock Moriarty, Azik