An enormous, dark pupil is struggling to emerge from the abyss, revealing its elusive, enigmatic body.
An invisible pressure was destroying the sky, turning the dark firmament into a sticky and repulsive swamp.
The writhing blackness tore the mist and space apart.
Beneath this throne, surrounded by distortion and chaos, no one can discern the true outline of this sky.
What greets everyone's gaze is only endless complexity and chaos.
Darkness tore through the boundless chaos.
They were like maggots that hadn't had enough to eat, densely packed together in the broken crevices.
It relentlessly devoured everyone's spirit, eroding their souls that had not yet been corrupted by the power.
The abyss merged into the night, and the outer edge of its enormous pupil seemed to extend outwards in all directions of the world like tentacles.
Strange ripples frequently swept across the sky, their twisted patterns conveying a chilling madness and disgust.
The dense and somber aura grew increasingly powerful, and even the dazzling tree that had stood behind the archmage appeared somewhat darker.
It continued to sway its shimmering body, constantly casting ripples of different colors across the sky.
However, each encounter between light and chaos failed to purify this pure nothingness and evil; it only slightly slowed down the frenzied pace of conquest.
The abyss has never stopped spreading, traversing one sky after another.
The extended, winding tentacles spread out to both sides in an extremely exaggerated manner.
In a matter of moments, this profound depth invaded the distant world, passing over the Tree of Light that soared into the clouds.
Countless spectators looked up at the sky, witnessing that increasingly somber and distorted depth creeping into their pupils.
They stood frozen in place, staring like statues at the abhorrent thing hanging high above their heads.
The distant emotions that exist within the heart, even the most primal fears, are awakened.
People's limbs went limp, and the bones beneath their flesh seemed to be eroded and shattered by an imperceptible terror.
Within the mind, beneath the flesh,
The last vestige of reason within him remained, barely conscious amidst this immature terror.
Countless viewers stared wide-eyed, their facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, shock evident in their blank expressions.
What, what is this thing?
At this moment, everyone was both frantic and terrified by the mystery that had appeared in the sky.
However, under the influence of the increasingly dominant and disordered mind, their original fear gradually fades from their minds.
Instead, there was extreme faith and obsession.
The more they gazed at the sky, the faster the darkness encroached.
The deep darkness obscured people's bright eyes, completely filling the pupils of countless people.
Not only ordinary humans, but even Aurelion and Erica were in that eerie darkness.
I was almost pulled into it and nearly lost my mind.
Fortunately, the magic they possessed was both vast and powerful.
When their minds are distorted and invaded, the magic within them becomes unnaturally disordered.
The intense and clear stimulation was like a sharp needle or a heavy hammer.
Each blow struck their mad and stagnant minds, pulling them out of the mire of reason.
By the time they came to their senses, their backs were covered in cold sweat.
The eeriness of this magic has caused many to forget the existence of life and spirit.
The previous desire to support the Archmage has been buried by the deep darkness, and now only a longing for the profound darkness and a worship of fear remain.
The strangeness of this magic was so obvious that everyone could sense it.
However, it also makes it impossible for anyone to perceive clearly.
It possesses magic that transcends the ordinary and breaks free from the constraints of rules.
It is completely filled with darkness and madness, a stark contrast to Victor's previous style.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp, piercing laugh came from the chaotic abyss of the sky, as if it carried the mockery of rust scraping against metal.
The moment the voice entered the ear, it was immediately clear that it was not Viktor's original voice.
The sounds came from all directions, sometimes far and sometimes near, and the volume made it impossible to pinpoint their source.
However, it was this jarring laughter that brought countless viewers around the world back to their senses, causing them to pull themselves out of that abyss.
They tried to recall the madness and indescribable chaos that had filled their minds.
But those hateful and profound memories, once touched, triggered extreme madness and pain.
People stopped in alarm, hurriedly lowering their heads to let the terrifying memories recede quickly like a tide.
More mages are more sensitive to these horrors than ordinary people.
Even after being reawakened, they were unwilling to take their eyes off the high sky.
Even the members of the Mage Council stared at the sky with expressions of madness.
Countless mages gazed with fascination at this eyeball that transcended the constraints of rules, even as danger lurked nearby.
Many people have risked their lives and mental well-being in an attempt to uncover the secrets of this magic.
However, those mages with higher magical skill...
Awakened by the jarring laughter, he only glanced at it briefly before suppressing his fervor and abandoning the idea of trying to unravel the mystery.
Because they knew all too well that these mysterious objects were destined to be beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals like themselves.
If they still want to pursue the truth, all that awaits them is endless torment.
For example, the members of the Mage Council,
Heim Horn was one of the first to break free from eye control.
He felt uneasy after just a casual glance at those mysterious eyes.
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