The Spirit World was a riot of vivid, overlapping colors, as if countless strange patches had been piled atop one another. Even the concepts of direction and distance had grown blurred.
The instant Cyril and Klein appeared, a clear, pure red radiance descended from the very top of the Spirit World.
The red light gathered before them, taking the form of a dignified old man dressed in a crimson robe.
"Red Light" Aiur Moria bowed slightly. "Good evening, Your Highnesses."
"Are you heading to the ruins where Kalvetua is hiding right now?"
Klein pointed at Cyril beside him and said in a flat tone, "Yes. He needs to record the process of the Sea God's death."
"Red Light" Aiur Moria gave a slight nod and gestured for them to proceed.
"This is certainly worth recording. Back when the Abraham Family was still active, its members often appeared in various places through the Spirit World, recording people and events of significance."
As he spoke, a clear red radiance spread from Aiur Moria, turning the surrounding area into a frozen domain and carrying them forward at great speed.
Klein looked around curiously. "Red Light" moved countless times faster than his Spirit Body could drift, and the scenes of the Spirit World stretched into dense, colorful lines before his eyes.
After about five or six seconds, the dense, colorful lines around them returned to the Spirit World's rich, vivid, and somewhat distorted scenery.
A faint outline of collapsed buildings appeared "ahead" of them.
Outside the buildings, a gigantic Spirit World Creature resembling a jellyfish floated silently. Countless transparent tentacles, coated in mucus, extended from its body and covered its territory as if to assert its ownership.
"Red Light" Aiur Moria swept his gaze over the Spirit World Creature and barked with overwhelming authority,