Reminded by Green, Black Isotta finally noticed the changes in this space.
As fluctuations of spacetime power spread, a Void Starfall over a hundred thousand meters across appeared. Black Isotta flashed onto its surface, and an arcane book appeared in his hand, its pages rustling open.
This was one of the relics left behind by the Black Isotta Stigmata Wizard!
"Black Isotta True Power."
A jet-black light, drawing upon the immense Void Starfall that spanned over a hundred thousand meters, bore down in silent oppression. After briefly confronting the molten flames of the bull-headed, serpent-bodied Nightmare King projection, Black Isotta True Power broke through the beam of fire and struck straight at the Sovereign phantom's head.
The Nightmare King projection writhed and howled within the Black Isotta True Power. Upon the Void Starfall, Black Isotta held the wizard's book in his hands, his dark and brutal eyes fixed within the Purgatory Flame as he growled in a low voice, "Black Isotta Realm Sealing Art."
The phantom of a ruined tower gradually emerged. The bull-headed, serpent-bodied Nightmare King projection clone struggled and shrieked, yet whether it had not fully matured, or this Sovereign was simply weak, or the transplantation had not gone smoothly, its mind seemed to be somewhat damaged. It was not lucid, merely struggling and roaring like a beast. This was also why it was the weakest among the seven Sovereign projection clones.
This secret realm was the illusory absurdity of the Ruined Tower that had once belonged to Black Isotta Wizard Academy.
Spacetime twisted into a vortex, and the Nightmare King projection gradually sank into it. As the wizard's book in Black Isotta's hands snapped shut with a bang, the twisted vortex was pulled flat by an invisible force, and the ruined tower phantom vanished.
"Mentor, I'm still