Domaniel

The system prompt in the attribute panel flashed before Allen's eyes, but he had no time to examine it closely.

At this moment, within the consciousness of Kalieqin, the instant the Subspace projection of Blood-Howl Gorak was banished by the white-gold Radiance of Allen's psionic projection, Allen's powerful Inspiration keenly captured a fissure—it was the source connection exposed when Gorak's physical projection collapsed.

Having been banished twice in a row, he must hate me to the extreme!

Allen did not hesitate to turn his own psionic power into a sharp probe and thrust it into the gap; this sudden, powerful strike was equivalent to directly wounding Gorak's true form in the Subspace.

A wild, terrifying aura erupted from the depths of the psionic power Allen had extended, and he felt as if he could hear a roar of rage desperate to tear its enemy to shreds.

Having succeeded in the strike, he quickly withdrew and severed the fissure to the Subspace, leaving his opponent with nowhere to vent its fury. Within Kalieqin's consciousness, there was only the white-gold Radiance of Allen's psionic projection, but as the fissure exposing Gorak's true form was forcibly closed by Allen, he snatched a wisp of unannihilated crimson Subspace ectoplasm from within.

"Is this... a fragment of Gorak's Subspace entity?"

When this wisp of ectoplasm was enveloped by Allen's psionic power, the original source fluctuations belonging to Gorak were directly purified, though this purified ectoplasm still contained a vast amount of information.

Allen's gaze suddenly sharpened. As his Inspiration made direct contact with the ectoplasm, the massive flow of information was parsed into many distinct images.

--Once magnificent city-states built of giant stone were now mostly ruins; the broken walls were covered in a thick layer of dark green moss that squirmed and proliferated like biological tissue, pulsing and emitting low, viscous sucking sounds.

--The heavy clouds in the sky never dissipated, appearing like a crimson vortex woven from resentment and fury, with distorted light staining everything in the colors of blood and rust.

--The streets of the city-states were unrecognizable, replaced by a muddy swamp paved with mangled corpses, rotting matter, broken weapons, and the wreckage of discarded war machines.

--The air was thick with an inescapable stench, a mixture of gunpowder smoke, rotting flesh, sulfur, and the blasphemous scent of something non-human being burned.

--Above these ruins and corpses, massive, twisted altars rose from the ground. They were not built of orderly stone, but were forcibly "cast" together in a blasphemous geometry using captives who were not yet dead, mountains of skulls, and the still-twitching limbs of alien creatures.

--On the surfaces of the altars, dark red runes flowed of their own accord; they were hymns dedicated to the Lord of the Blood River, written in boiling blood and liquefied souls.

--Countless figures survived in this hellish landscape. They had once been citizens of the city-states, but now, only flames of madness remained in their eyes.

--They wore crude armor pieced together and covered in spikes and blasphemous symbols; some had limbs distorted by malicious energy, growing extra appendages or burning horns. They were not "fighting," but engaging in an endless, slaughterous festival dedicated to the Lord of the Blood River.

--In the city-states that had not yet fallen, countless tiny humans fled through the streets; the sky was torn open by a bleeding fissure, and hexagonal crimson runes spread like a plague.

--Gorak's physical projection was squeezing out from the fissure, a hundred times larger than the phantom Allen had banished. Its cruel laughter was filled with savagery, and the image finally froze on a figure wearing a silver mask. That person stood on a rooftop, and with a wave of their hand, star-like psionic arrows shot toward Gorak, only to shatter into useless points of light the moment they touched Gorak's reality projection...

"This... this must be a scene from another world. It looks like Gorak is wreaking havoc in another world."

Allen sighed heavily. The humans of that world were facing a hellish existence, and even if there were psionicists resisting Gorak's invasion, their own weakness meant they had no effective defense.

"The people of Domaniel request the arrival of the Holy Messiah!"

"The people of Domaniel request the salvation of the Holy Messiah!"

"Domaniel..."

At the end of parsing the ectoplasm, Allen heard a vague plea. This plea must have been made by the people of that world when facing Gorak's brutal invasion. Although the outcome was unknown, this prayer was like a weak broadcast signal transmitted through the Subspace, reaching Allen now through the fragment of Gorak's entity he had snatched.

When Allen tried to listen more intently, the faint prayer had completely vanished.

"Domaniel... is that the name of the world Gorak is currently invading?"

Allen was puzzled by the name; it was possible that the world itself was called Domaniel, or perhaps it was the name of a city-state destroyed by Gorak, or even the name of a dynasty.

"As it stands, although my Inspiration is stronger than the average psionicist, it is not enough to directly delve into the Subspace to track this vague prayer.

Furthermore, this prayer was not directed at me; it was just discovered by chance on Gorak's ectoplasm.

Perhaps if I add another attribute point to my Inspiration, I will be able to trace the source of the prayer in the Subspace, as well as the reality of the world Gorak is currently invading and destroying."

Allen committed some of the information to memory, intending to study it later once his Inspiration was enhanced.

Meanwhile, within the white-gold Radiance, the red ectoplasm began to slowly dissipate, and Allen's psionic projection absorbed the vast majority of it.

Then, the attribute panel before Allen's eyes flashed with a prompt again: [Available Attribute Points +1]!

"Heh... Blood-Howl Gorak!" Allen found it somewhat amusing. Since he had embarked on the psionic path, he had gained three available attribute points through two banishments and one fragment of physical ectoplasm.

At this moment, within Kalieqin's consciousness, the space was completely shrouded in Radiance.

Having driven away the demon, the white-gold figure did not immediately disappear.

His gaze swept over Kalieqin's chaotic consciousness. At this point, Kalieqin's mind was on the verge of collapse; he was curled up on the floor, his hands still instinctively covering his eyes, whispering unintelligible gibberish.

Several Ministry of Internal Affairs police officers and two Clovin agents were completely at a loss, able only to urgently report the special situation currently unfolding.

If this isn't handled, even if this guy doesn't die, he will definitely go insane. Drawing on his Subspace knowledge, Allen evaluated Kalieqin's current state, and then the bit of ectoplasm he hadn't absorbed was driven by Allen's psionic power to merge into Kalieqin's soul.

The white-gold Radiance, like a warm tide carrying the starlight of the ectoplasm, spread gently, brushing over every corner of Kalieqin's soul that had been impacted, smoothing out his tremors and trauma.

Then, the psionic fluctuation represented by this Radiance, originating from Allen, spread through him into reality, silently purifying the carbonized study. Wherever it passed, the dark red Subspace residue, the twisted geometric imprints, and the mad gibberish were thoroughly dissipated after being purified, leaving behind only physical charring.

Finally, the Radiance also gently brushed over the junior investigator, dispelling the pressure and contamination he had felt, and calming his roiling, near-uncontrollable psionic power.

After doing all this, the white-gold projection in Kalieqin's consciousness seemed satisfied and slowly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

Immediately after, the Eye of Spirituality hanging above the head of the teaching assistant, Allen, also closed in an instant and vanished without a trace.