"Lynn, what's wrong?" Rol halted, puzzled, gazing at Lynn. Then, as if a realization struck him, he hastily inquired, "Has there been another attack by those Cult of Apocalypse in these days?"
"No, not at all." Lynn shook his head. Since dispatching two intruders during the last encounter, his estate had been peaceful, with no further invasions.
After a pause, Lynn spoke again. "I've reviewed the intel you gathered. Is it true that the Cult of Apocalypse was merely an academic organization until three years ago when it suddenly changed?"
"Indeed. What's wrong with that?" Rol furrowed his brow.
"I have a sudden idea. Please investigate individuals who, like me, arrived from the Misty Sea to the Wizard's Land in the last five years and what they've done here. Also, details about the Psychics from several years ago, if possible," Lynn said earnestly.
"Do you mean..." Rol's expression turned grave.
"Don't you find the timing of these events too close?" Lynn reminded. Apart from the collapse of the Psychics and the sudden shift of the Cult of Apocalypse, there was one crucial factor Lynn hadn't mentioned—his mentor, Kora, who had gone mad four years ago, abandoning a comfortable life in the Wizard's Land, seeking the 'future of psychic magic' in the Sekas Empire.
So, Lynn speculated there was undoubtedly a connection between these events, perhaps even the same event.
He had dispatched Orlando to dig into the archives since Iyeta was the most crucial port for the Wizard's Land, possibly containing relevant records.
However, a round trip took several days, and Iyeta lacked information on Psychics, leading him to seek out Rol.
With Lynn's prompting, Rol swiftly grasped the gravity of the situation. "I understand, Lynn. I'll organize this information as soon as possible in these coming days."
"Regarding this speculation, please don't divulge it to others. After all, it's merely my personal theory, not necessarily correct," Lynn instructed finally.
***
In the dead of night, within a luxurious estate in Greenville City.
Having been in deep slumber, Fayz abruptly opened his eyes. Struggling, he slowly sat up. The grotesque wound on his chest hadn't vanished, emitting a black mist.
Yet, compared to the physical injuries, the incessant dizziness in his mind proved unbearable for Fayz.
*Cough, cough* Amidst severe coughing, Fayz spat a bit of dark red blood, gradually regaining some color on his face. Only then did he ease, recognizing his familiar surroundings.
Since he was back in Greenville, at least safety wasn't his immediate concern.
However, Fayz soon noticed something amiss—the estate was too eerily quiet. His hearing, enhanced since he acquired the dragon's body, detected nothing, not even a hint of insect chirping.
The only sound he caught was a faint, approaching footsteps.
At that moment, the tightly shut door burst open, revealing a red-robed wizard, politely addressing him. "Are you resting well, Lord Fayz? You should take more rest."
"Odessa?." Fayz's visage turned fierce, resembling a ferocious tiger.
The wizard before him was one of his most trusted disciples. However, it was this very individual who, inside the magic stone mine, took advantage of a critical moment during Fayz's battle with an Eye Demon, using an unknown eerie artifact to launch a sudden attack.
It was an assault from the psychic magic, coupled with the Eye Demon's sudden appearance in the magic stone mine. Fayz nearly met his end. In the end, relying on the immense strength of the dragon's body, he barely escaped, albeit at an excruciating cost.
"No, you are definitely not Odessa." Fayz stared coldly, his tone frigid. "Who are you?."
"Impressive, Lord Fayz. Or perhaps, you've had similar experiences, naturally guessing this." The wizard named Odessa smiled slyly, his face bearing a mischievous expression. With a flick of his hand, a peculiarly shaped statue appeared.
Fayz's heart sank. His current power was severely limited. The pain in his chest and head threatened to shatter his will.
Thankfully, being in Greenville, stirring a bit of commotion would undoubtedly attract the attention of the council members.
With that thought, a surge of magic within Fayz agitated. A formidable aura engulfed the entire estate, nothing more conspicuous than a dragon's form.
At the same moment, the wizard in the red robe raised the statue in his hand, uttering slowly, "Realm of Apocalypse."
A burst of red light swiftly spread, enveloping the entire space, and shrouding every structure within the estate.
It was a crimson space, twisted blood streaks decorating its surroundings. Stout chains sprawled across corners, emanating a putrid, bloody scent.
The most astonishing sight—the five colossal celestial bodies suspended in the sky—each exuded terrifying pressure.
"Feel the judgment of the apocalypse." the red-robed wizard shouted. From the central silver-coloured star, a dazzling radiance erupted, hurtling towards Fayz at an indescribable speed.
It was a falling star capable of shrouding the entire sky, emanating a suffocating pressure as it descended upon the ground.
"Merely an illusion of magic." Fayz, now transformed into a dragon, fearless, spread his wings and fiercely propelled himself towards the plummeting star.
Boom.
Accompanied by a deafening impact, Fayz collided with the silver star.
A massive shockwave ravaged the entire crimson space. Fragments of rocks rose from the ground, then crashed back down.
The colossal star, resembling a mountain or an island, was almost shattered by the insignificant dragon form, eventually breaking apart amidst the violent collision.
Despite the ordeal, Fayz, covered in blood and bearing numerous wounds, continued glaring at the wizard before him, emanating a strong aura of murder, unleashing a scorching breath.