The Shadow Abyss Beast guarding the rift... was instantly... wiped out?
Linde's spiritual body glanced at the rift that seemed to have temporarily calmed down due to the earlier spew and the monster's annihilation, as if nothing had happened.
His attention was once again fully focused on analyzing the fracture itself.
The monster's attack, and even its annihilation, provided him with more data about the characteristics of Shadow Abyss energy, its will structure, and dimensional interactions.
[Deconstruction progress: 17%... 24%... 35%...]
The massive flow of information continues to be sorted, understood, and archived.
In his eyes, this rift was gradually shedding its veil of mystery from a dangerous and forbidden place, revealing its essential nature as a "natural phenomenon" or a "dimensional scar," a rule that could be understood and utilized.
He should perhaps consider establishing a permanent observation station here, or even... when conditions are right in the future, trying to "dredge" or "expand" it to make it a stable "gateway" that allows for two-way traffic.
Linde's mental projection, like an extremely calm scientist, stands before the dimensional scar, silently planning for the future.
His "subjects," the Shadowbinders, witnessed in the most humble posture the godlike power they could not comprehend.
The data flow from the crack, like a gentle stream, eventually flows completely into the bottomless abyss at the core of Linde's spirit.
The feedback, "[Deconstruction Progress: 100%]," silently swept through his consciousness. The size of this rift, its energy flow patterns, stability parameters, and its two-way interaction mode with the Prime Material Plane and the Shadow Abyss…
All the mysteries are already under his control.
“A stable, small, two-way overflow channel…” Linde murmured to himself, his conclusion clear and cold, “The aura of the Shadow Abyss is stronger and more corrosive, but its core rules have not transcended the known scope.”
For ordinary mortals and even Shadowwalkers like Naraku, this place remains a deadly taboo.
But for Linde, it was more like an interesting experimental field, a ready-made "window" that didn't require any extra energy to maintain.
He needs a temporary container that is better adapted to the local environment and allows for more direct intervention.
While pure mental projection is convenient, it is ultimately a layer of separation when performing certain "delicate operations".
With a slight thought, the energy of the surrounding space responds instantly.
The sparse magic at the bottom of the abyss, the aura of the shadows that continuously dissipates from the rifts, and even the mineral particles contained in the rocks beneath one's feet are all forcibly seized, decomposed, and reconstructed by an invisible force!
The azure crystalline matrix, like growing ice crystals, appeared out of thin air and quickly outlined a humanoid skeleton, followed by complex internal energy channels, and finally covered with smooth, flowing armor that shimmered with the dual luster of stars and shadows.
This time, Linde deliberately adjusted the synthesis parameters. Within the highly ordered geometric structure of the crystalline remains, he skillfully wove in strands of pure Shadow Abyss power.
These forces are not simply mixed, but rather embedded in the energy circuit of the crystalline skeleton in a symbiotic way, causing this newborn body to emanate a cold, lifeless, yet powerfully shadowy and approachable aura.
It stood there, as if it were a natural creation of this twisted land, a dark child born from the Howling Abyss.
Linde's mental projection quietly disappeared, and his consciousness instantly took over the brand-new crystalline body.
It moved its fingers slightly, and the cold, crystalline joints made an almost inaudible grinding sound.
Its perception is perfectly aligned with the environment, and it can even clearly capture the subtle spatial ripples caused by each energy spillover from the fissure.
"The effect is good." Linde was satisfied with the performance of the temporary body.
Only then did the Shadowbinder guard leader, who had been enduring fear and crawling in the distance, dare to stand up tremblingly and approach cautiously.
His gaze didn't even dare to meet Lind's new body, which shimmered with a ghostly blue and shadowy light; he stared only at the black rocks on the ground, his voice trembling:
"Your Excellency... Your Excellency. Is there anything we can do for you? Lord Narosh instructed before he left that everything here is to be decided by your will."
Linde's crystalline skull turned slightly, its deep red "gaze" falling on the guard leader. That gaze seemed to penetrate flesh and blood, looking directly into the trembling depths of his soul.
Where did Naraku go?
Linde's voice resonated through the crystalline body, calm and undisturbed, yet carrying a cold, metallic quality that made it all the more eerie in this strange environment.
The head of the guards stiffened, his head drooping even lower.
"Your Excellency, an urgent matter has arisen within the alliance, involving disagreements among several important elders, as well as a conflict between the southern stronghold and local forces. The leader must personally make a decision."
Lord Nelosh apologized profusely before his departure, stating that he would return immediately to receive your guidance once everything was settled. He granted us supreme authority, and all actions shall be subject to your orders as the highest priority.
Lind immediately understood.
The so-called "emergency" was probably related to his previous earth-shattering attack, as well as the subsequent decree of the Kree Empire and the crushing defeat and silence of the Principality of Ork.
The dramatic changes in the mainland's political landscape will inevitably trigger a chain reaction and a realignment of forces in the underworld.
As the leader of the Shadowbinders Alliance, Naraku must be busy integrating internal affairs and adjusting strategies to prepare for the arrival of the new era.
"It's alright," Lin De said calmly. "There are no urgent matters here that require your attention."
He paused, and the crystal skeleton's "gaze" once again turned to the slowly writhing crack that emitted an ominous suction force.
"Stay vigilant. No one may approach within 100 meters of the crevice without permission. This includes yourselves."
The head guard, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly bowed and replied:
"I will obey your command!"
He dared not linger for a moment, almost staggering as he retreated back into the shadows, relaying orders to his remaining subordinates who were still prostrate. Soon, the aura of all the Shadow Binders was perfectly concealed once again, but the perimeter was expanded to the outermost area, leaving this rift land entirely to Lind alone.
Linde manipulated the crystalline body and walked to the edge of the rift once again.
This time, with a more tangible vessel, his perception of the rift was clearer and more intuitive. The continuous whispers and sucking sensation seemed to act directly on the crystalline shell, but were mostly neutralized by the aura of the same Shadow Abyss contained within.
He raised a crystalline arm, his fingertips shimmering with a blend of eerie blue and dark purple light, and slowly reached toward the edge of the writhing, irregular crack.
This time, it's no longer about analysis and observation from a distance.
He intends to conduct some... close-up "sampling" and "stimulation" to see the deeper reactions of this dimensional scar.
Perhaps, we can glimpse some details that are imperceptible at the level of pure energy perception.
Meanwhile, in a hidden corner of the continent, deep within the Shadow Temple, the headquarters of the Shadowbinders Alliance, Naraku is facing an internal crisis that is far more troublesome and bizarre than dealing with conflicts between local forces.
A storm, indirectly triggered by Lind's rise and rooted in the League's oldest traditions, is quietly brewing.
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