The sea otter's hair stood on end, and it raised its head and let out a long howl that pierced the sky. The sound was not like that of any known creature, and it carried some vibration with a frequency beyond human comprehension.
With this long roar, the glacier began to tremble, huge waves rose on the sea in the distance, and the blizzard miraculously weakened.
Ma Tuan was stunned to see all this. He had never thought that a spiritual guide could directly affect the weather in his spiritual vision. This completely contradicted all the theoretical knowledge taught by Tari.
When the wind and snow subsided temporarily, the sea otter lowered its head and looked at Ma Tuan with its eyes full of wisdom.
At this moment, Ma Tuan felt an unprecedented spiritual connection established between them—not the superficial connection between an ordinary guide and a spiritual guide, but a deeper, almost soul-level bond.
"Who are you?" Ma Tuan asked softly, "Or rather... who am I?"
The otter didn't answer, but the light in his eyes grew softer.
It gently nudged Ma Tuan with its head, signaling him to look at its paw. Ma Tuan then noticed that the sea otter was wearing a strange metal ring on its right front paw, engraved with some ancient runes.
Ma Tuan reached out and touched the metal ring, and suddenly, a sealed memory flooded into his consciousness like a flood.
The five-year-old boy stood in the confinement room of the tower, facing an old man in a white robe with a blurry face.
"Your power is too dangerous and must be sealed,"
The old man's voice echoed in my memory.
"Until you are strong enough, until Umiak deems the time right..."
The memory fragment came to an abrupt end.
Ma Tuan had a splitting headache, but countless questions arose in his mind.
He looked up at the otter—no, Umiak—and saw a certain anticipation in its eyes.
"You know my past, right?"
Ma Tuan asked,
"Those sealed memories...the things they didn't want me to know..."
Umiak nodded gently, and three tentacles gently wrapped around Ma Tuan's wrist, conveying comfort and promise.
In the distance, the storm began to gather again.
Umiak pricked up his ears alertly and protected the dough even tighter.
Ma Tuan could feel that some dark force was trying to completely devour his mental picture.
"What should we do?" Ma Tuan asked. Although he was weak, a glimmer of hope had already ignited in his heart.
He didn't know what would happen to him, nor did he know where his companions were now.
Perhaps all of this happened because of him, and his companions suffered all of this because of him.
Umiak's green eyes flashed with determination. It lowered its head and gently rested its forehead against Ma Tuan's.
A powerful spiritual energy surged into Ma Tuan's body, and he felt his strength returning.
"You... want to lend me your power?" Ma Tuan asked in surprise.
Umiak purred in affirmation, then straightened up, facing the approaching storm and taking a fighting stance.
Ma Tuan took a deep breath and stood beside the mysterious creature, ready for the upcoming spiritual battle.
In the blizzard, countless dark shadows can be vaguely seen crawling out of the cracks in the glacier, and beneath the dark sea, a behemoth is approaching...
The sea water was surging violently, and a strange phosphorescence appeared among the dark waves.
Ma Tuan stood at the edge of the glacier, but when he really looked at the giant hand extending from the abyss, his breathing stopped.
It was indeed the webbed paw of a sea otter, but it was much larger than any creature he had ever seen.
The pads on the palms have a pearly luster, and star-like light bands flow between the webs.
The most amazing thing is the palm lines - they are not ordinary lines, but winding star tracks, with countless miniature stars being born and dying in them.
The entire palm seems to carry a complete universe.
"That's impossible..."
Ma Tuan muttered to himself. The creations in the mental image should follow the owner's cognition, but the existence before him was clearly beyond his comprehension.
But he thought of the sesame balls again.
The existence of something like Sesame Ball is an unsolvable proposition in itself. He couldn't imagine what kind of existence it was, and he couldn't imagine that such a being would look at him.
The giant palm gently rested on the edge of the ice, stirring up a circle of glowing ripples.
The "sea water" vaporized into silver mist the moment it came into contact with the air, and then condensed into water droplets at the edge of the palm, flowing back upwards against common sense.
"Cub, it's me..."
This voice was like a blunt knife, slowly and firmly prying open the rusty lock deep in Ma Tuan's memory.
His knees gave way and he fell to his knees on the ice.
Some deliberately forgotten images suddenly became clear——
During the snowy season on the ice field when I was five years old, I was in the leaky attic of the orphanage tower.
The two little boys huddled together under an old blanket, foreheads touching.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao, Thunder God is beating his drum."
The taller boy covered his brother's ears. "Let me teach you how to count the intervals. The difference between lightning and thunder is three hundred meters per second..."
Memory suddenly distorted.
A dark altar, twelve pairs of raised hands, two chained children struggling and crying on the stone pillars.
The images change extremely quickly.
The sound of rain gradually picked up again, and the leaking ceiling left dark marks on the old wooden floor.
The two little boys huddled under the damp blanket, forehead to forehead, their breaths mingling.
The older boy—Zang Ming—had a face covered with fine scales, the pale golden edges fading into deep sea blue, glowing faintly in the dim attic.
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