Soul Doppelgänger

An extremely faint ripple spread outward. Green used Sorcery to sharpen his sight and hearing.

His field of vision kept expanding. Green could clearly see every corner of the camp and hear every conversation.

Under a Wizard's formidable Mental Power, that jumble of information was swiftly sorted into categories, compared, and analyzed.

Three days later!

On a small hill amid a boundless, lush grassland, a patch of shrubs swayed gently in the breeze.

Everything looked natural and peaceful, as though nothing were amiss.

But anyone who approached the shrubs for a closer look would be startled to find that one of the saplings had eyes fixed firmly on the distant camp.

For three days, Green had watched the camp and used his hearing to gather words. By comparing them with the people's actions, he worked out their meanings. A Wizard's formidable capacity for calculation soon allowed him to translate the language.

Yet the more he translated and learned of this world's language, the graver his expression grew.

During the process, Green discovered that this world's language bore some resemblance to the unknown language in the book he possessed.

They were not identical, but at least twenty percent of their content was almost exactly the same.

Clearly, this world's language seemed to have evolved from that unknown tongue.

Though the language was incomplete and its power no longer as great as the original's, its fundamental ability to distort the world's Spacetime had not changed.

"This world..." Green gazed at the distant camp, his thoughts churning.

The more he learned about this world, the more certain Green became that it was anything but simple.

Time to act! If I wait any longer, I might lose my chance! Resolve flashed in Green's eyes. The information he gathered each day was too fragmented