Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
One figure after another burst from the rift. Endless darkness flooded forth, and almost at once, Wandering Dandelion, the Three-Legged Death Crow, and Little Eight were completely blinded.
"Damn it, good thing Baye had prepared for this! Waka waka waka, that stinking bat's subsonic-wave perception is really something. Let Baye take a look here, a look there, hmm..."
Little Eight stood on Green's shoulder, swaying his head from side to side.
"Hiss, Source of Darkness. If the Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird wanted to grow its thousandth head through this alone, I'm afraid it would be rather difficult."
Green stood upon the earth, his right hand braced against the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff. With his left hand, he grasped and drew in the Source of Darkness from all directions, letting it coil around his palm as he sensed the Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird's craving for it.
"Still, absorbing more of it will make advancing to a thousand heads much easier once I return to the Wizard World. I wonder where I might find a purer Source of Darkness. What a pity this place is in the midst of a Sacred Ancestor war. Otherwise, there'd be no harm in staying here a while longer... Hmm!?"
Green muttered to himself. Not only had the Dark Gulus and other dark creatures around him not decreased, but they had grown ever more numerous, even stirring up massive unrest in every direction.
More and more dark creatures were gathering around Green.
Clearly, Green had not expected this. At that moment, he was like a torch in the vast night, drawing countless moths toward him.
Although Green had already known, after obtaining the mysterious power of the Source of Darkness in the Flame Soul World, that in a world where darkness