A gust of wind swept through, flipping the pages of the black-covered notebook on the table. The Dark Sun Bishop in front of the table wore a smile of stealthy satisfaction.
He felt Shirek's Divine Power of Lies spreading rapidly, and in an instant, he sensed the environment around him changing at a breakneck speed.
The power of the Prince of Lies permeated the draft of the Shire Scripture, beginning to interfere with the real world.
Even the Dark Sun Bishop himself was woven into this fabricated reality.
He felt his consciousness shifting, entering a unique plane.
It was a special realm intertwined with countless consciousnesses, memories, and spiritual projections. With the help of the Shire Scripture, this rarely accessible domain was quietly torn open.
In a daze, he seemed to see one terrifying figure after another gazing at him with dark stares from the Chaotic Ocean spreading out from the draft.
There was the Sword Maniac, whose eyes were as vicious as a scythe;
