Ince Zangwill's body continually decayed, splitting open with crack after crack as pale yellow pus and dark red blood, like cooled magma, flowed out.
The dripping blood and pus blossomed into blackened flames and various weather phenomena in midair and across the ground.
An aura filled with destruction and natural calamities immediately spread outward. The reds around them became redder, the blacks blacker, the yellows yellower.
Amid oil-paint colors resembling a child's scribbles, the blurred phantom of a city entirely unlike the styles of the Northern or Southern Continents emerged.
Countless shadows resembling floating heads connected to spines turned in unison to look at Azik. An eerie red light flickered in their eyes, filled with evil and madness.
Azik's steps paused slightly. From these phantoms, he sensed an extremely intense feeling of danger.
The next second, every phantom vanished, and Ince Zangwill vanished with them, as though what had just happened had been nothing more than an illusion.
Azik frowned and stepped forward. His figure rapidly faded.
After all the figures had disappeared, densely packed firelights approached through the fog-shrouded sea.
On the White Agate, Cyril, who had just pushed the ship some distance away, suddenly turned toward the bow. His figure flickered and vanished from the spot.
Klein likewise sensed the feedback from his spirituality. His body abruptly collapsed into clusters of pale yellow firelight that flew toward the deck.
Elland was still somewhat bewildered by the two men's sudden departure when his expression abruptly changed. He turned and rushed toward the bow.
He sensed changes within his "jurisdiction," sensed that indescribable evil, chaos, and madness.
Before this suddenly surging power, the White Agate was like a sheet of paper set beside a furnace. A moment of carelessness could see it burned to ashes in an instant.
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