ryethenovel Chapter 1448 - 53: Witch Fisher (3)
Chapter 1448 - 53: Witch Fisher (3)
"Pisces..."He...
No, it should be her voice, resonating like a song in Fisher’s heart, indifferently repeating her honorific name.
She is Pisces amid the Star Chaos, chosen by Mother Goddesses thousands of years ago, and she has chosen Fisher.
Such a skill typically belongs to a specific demi-human species unique to the Western Continent.
Witches.
"You are not... a woman... I cannot... bestow upon you... my powerful... trait... but the connection... can enhance... the magic power... of your soul... you... can use... more powerful... magic... but if... still... overwhelmed... contact us... at night... anytime... if you... change your... mind..."
Fisher looked at the glowing magic circuits on his hands, suddenly unsure of what to say.
But Pisces did not wish to speak further, the energy of the Star Magic surrounding them dimmed, and the hazy mist revealing the Spirit Realm and Pisces’ vague figure became increasingly blurry, about to reveal the colors of the real nighttime.
Before the magic was about to dissipate, Pisces’ glowing compound eyes still remained indifferent, conveying her farewell softly within the indifference,
"Farewell... Witch... Fisher... hehe..."
"..."
The mist suddenly vanished, revealing Fisher standing frozen in place.
Outside, Emhardt immediately flew over, looking at him worriedly and said,
"Fisher! Are you alright? That strange magic earlier lit up and swallowed you whole, there were also many spatial turbulences around, I even saw the light of the gap. You were gone for quite a while, did you encounter the Chaos... huh, why does the magic circuit on you look strange?"
Being a well-traveled Book Knight, he immediately noticed a significant difference in Fisher’s magic before he entered the magic, initially suspecting Fisher had encountered some danger, like being polluted by the consciousness and power of Chaos Species, but the more he looked, the more Fisher’s current magic seemed familiar.
With a slight pause in his expression on the book cover, Fisher looked him up and down, then muttered,
"You don’t seem to have changed much either, the tools aren’t confiscated, could it be... what’s your trait?"
Fisher grimaced and grabbed the mischievous-looking Emhardt in his palm, said,
"What do you mean I was gone for so long? Wasn’t I in there just ten minutes?"
"Who said that, it’s been three hours already!"
Hearing this, Fisher was slightly startled, he looked up to find the sky had changed from early evening to the moon now high in the sky, confirming Emhardt’s words.
The rules of time in reality differ from those in the Spirit Realm...
He released Emhardt, then turned to survey the surroundings, yet didn’t see the Death Lord’s figure, prompting him to ask,
"Where’s that guy?"
"Oh, him? After drinking too much, he found a random place to sleep. He didn’t want to go inside the Dragon Court anymore, too many people, and he’s not used to that... He said he’ll come to join us when we need to leave, just give him a call."
As he spoke, Emhardt flew to the tree where the Death Lord had stayed, disdainfully used his mouth to carefully carry a wooden whistle over, seemingly the item for contacting the Death Lord.
Fisher reached out to take the wooden whistle, which carried a peculiar scent of fatty oil, making it understandable why Emhardt disliked it.
He pocketed the whistle and glanced at the increasingly bright moon in the sky, then turned towards the Dragon Court, slowly setting off,
"Let’s go."
"Oh... right, did you meet the Chaos Species inside? Learn anything from them?"
"I found out quite a bit, I’ll tell you when we get back."
"Heh, you’d better tell me now, I don’t want to wait eagerly to get back only to hear nothing but a word before a grumpy Red Scale Dragon Race drives us away."
"..."
Fisher chuckled helplessly looking at the nagging Emhardt beside him, they now stood at the southern tip of the Southern Branch Mountain Range, overlooking the Dragon Court.
The Red Dragon Court remained brightly lit, but what caught Fisher’s attention was the mountain foot of their current location.
There, troops fully armed were carrying torches, venturing into the depths of the Southern Branch Mountain in the dead of night, advancing towards the front line to meet the incoming Human Alliance.
The sheer size of the army meant the Southern Branch Mountain Range was an impregnable barrier for both the Human Alliance and the Dragon Court’s forces, requiring phased crossings to reach the frontline.
This also meant that time left for Fisher was diminishing.
Starting tonight, he must begin mastering the remaining contents of the Soul Completion Manual, and after mastering the Mythical Rank magic, set off for the Demon Dynasty.
...
...
The gloomy and vast Spirit Realm, at this moment, remained an area of extreme quiet dead silence.
Before pollution arrives, the stars will observe the world day in and day out, but this process isn’t silent, just as Pisces Fisher encountered earlier, Chaos Species transform reality’s stories into beautiful songs.
Each Chaos Species observes different places, sees different characters and stories, and sings in diverse styles and methods, resulting in the Spirit Realm being filled with layers of mysterious and pleasant songs