Knights and Magic Wand -
Chapter 730: 341 Great Magic_2
Chapter 730: Chapter 341 Great Magic_2
Suddenly, as if by intuition, he gazed into the distance.
His eyes traversed the forest, catching the faint silhouette standing on the distant cliff.
Olivia was watching from there.
Wait for me…
Leon wordlessly withdrew his gaze and activated the card.
In an instant, invisible light particles enveloped him, causing the magic element within him to seethe and surge.
He gripped the magic wand, channeling the rolling magic power into the massive magic ceremony beneath his feet.
The force, like a black hole, suddenly surged toward him.
Not being in a state of crisis, Leon quelled the instinctual fear in his body and ceased resisting the terrifying extraction of his magic power.
His jet-black hair rose without wind, surging magic power erupted like a cyclone.
The magic power was drained completely, leading to a dizziness that just assaulted his mind.
Time seemed to freeze for Leon’s body, and the tips of his hair stopped in mid-air.
In an instant.
The world changed colors before his eyes…
It was not any sort of embellishment or metaphor, but a true sense that the physical senses could perceive—a change in the world’s colors.
All the colors reflected by light faded within the confines of rational cognition, and all things in the world appeared as abstract outlines filled with indescribable material information.
Watching the surrounding changes unfold, Leon saw the symbolic outlines of all things beginning to move.
But they weren’t moving forward.
The outlines of Ines and the Guard Knights turned around in the distance, instantly retracing the same footsteps they had just taken to move away, returning to the forefront in the blink of an eye.
The outlines that had separated from him and Little Ines followed them in reverse, retracing all movement trajectories from hours ago until everyone’s outlines disappeared back to the edge of the countryside road…
The sounds of the wind, birds and beasts, flying sand and rolling stones, all the sounds of the world began to reverse.
Whispers transformed into incomprehensible, unrecognizable noise, as the sun in the sky visibly set toward the eastern skyline.
The tide of the overthrown River of Destiny began to flow backward, and the light curtain raised by the enormous magic pattern formation, like a barrier, was completely drained. Leon only felt that his own time and space seemed to be frozen beneath the array, powerless to intervene in the current retrograde movement of the River of Time.
——Time is accelerating!
Destiny is accelerating in its reverse!
Like a time-lapse in reverse, the sun quickly set from the east, and the bright moon rapidly rose from the west.
In a blink, the long-departed night descended once more, with the outlines of nocturnal beasts and animals shuttling back and forth across this countryside. In an instant, the moonset in the east and the sun rose again.
It was unclear if only the earth beneath his feet was reversing, or if the entire universe was flowing backward in time.
Day and night frenziedly alternated, until it spun faster and faster, so fast that Leon could no longer distinguish the flickering light and dark before his eyes.
Autumn turning into summer, summer shifting into spring, spring reverting to winter—… The flourishing flowers bloomed anew, only to return to the earth.
Only the gradually lowering height of the forest trees continued to remind him, the concept of time known to the average person was still ceaselessly reversing.
Amidst the transformations of midsummer and snow-covered landscapes, the silhouettes of trees and mountains, like measures of time, marked the reversal of fate.
Far beyond just a few years of reversal!
The degree to which the forest receded suggested that decades of time had already turned into illusions.
But in the midst of surprise, Leon found himself unable to speak, unable to stop everything that seemed madly and endlessly reversing.
Soon, even enormous trees many years old vanished from sight.
Leon’s consciousness strained to search for things in the frozen, motionless view that could still serve as markers.
Passersby and beast shadows moving through the earth were utterly indistinguishable.
Even the grandiose wars on the earth of Ostania Territory, in the flow of time, were nothing more than fleeting illusions.
Only those ancient and enduring aspects could be engraved in the expansive passage of time.
In the distance, the mountains resembled the silent body of Omlos, quietly observing the turnovers of sea and field on the earth.
Until the forests that covered the countryside gradually receded like a retreating tide over the long ages, revealing an open wilderness. Only then did Leon see in the distance a forest of towering ancient cedar seemingly once felled to be reborn.
The straight, giant cedars began to lower their crowns the moment their trunks, cut in history, were restored.
Leon felt a chill spreading down his spine.
Trees that were even hundreds of years old were visibly turning young again before his eyes.
The sands of time had undoubtedly crossed back for several centuries.
This terrifying magic, to where exactly was it trying to take him and Ines!?
Wasn’t it supposed to begin at this change of destiny… hmm?
Watching as the silhouette of the towering cedar gradually morphed back into a sapling.
In a flash, the line of the rapidly reversing world outline contracted from the horizon, replaced entirely by an indescribable “void,” whether pale or pitch-black, that took over everything that once was.
Vision was no longer perceivable with the naked eye, only the stationary outline of the Royal Palace, delineated by the magic pattern light curtain, suspended in the void.
Amidst the hazy lines of the Royal Palace.
Leon seemed to hear something.
He looked at the frozen Ines; a towering male figure, nearly twice the height of the Little Princess, had somehow completely overlapped with the girl’s position.
Is someone there?!
Who is that?
The closed-eyed Ines, just like himself, was frozen, seemingly unaware of the phantom overlapping her body.
In the midst of doubt and uncertainty, Leon’s eyes blurred, and he saw a shadow of a magic wand with a concentric circle head passing through his body like an illusion.
His focused consciousness shifted downward, finally noticing the small figure in robe holding a wand akin to a Star Body Instrument, gracefully passing through his form and stepping out of the circle.
In such a situation, someone could still move???
“Indeed… it failed…”
The male voice from the blurred outline once again drew Leon’s attention forward.
The figure of the man, much taller than Lokhak, suddenly raised his hand, lifting the shadow of the sword he held.
“…Whether it’s the past or the future, Mother… no longer exists.”
Leon struggled to listen to his distorted words.
Instinctively, he looked at the outline of the lines in the man’s hand; it was the shape of the Sun Holy Sword.
At the moment, the size of the great sword in his hand appeared just like a normal sword.
“…Though I held little hope, it seems that the teacher has already merged with the supreme ‘Mosela’… and has completely vanished in the dream of the great group below, where the ‘Divine Soul’ remains unborn, which was always expected.” The ethereal, pleasant voice came from the small figure in robe.
Leon withdrew his gaze, feeling a bit strange…
Mosela?
Divine Soul?
Moreover… why does the fragmented voice of this seemingly mage-like female sound vaguely familiar?
The tall male figure seemed to lift his head at the other’s words.
“No wonder… Lola… didn’t stop our antics in the future… Perhaps she always knew what the result would be.”
…Lola?
That name again.
The unexpected hearing of this name once more filled Leon’s mind with suspicion…
Just a coincidence of pronunciation?
The female holding the Star Wand seemed to see the melancholy in the other, and her voice drifted softly and timelessly through space:
“…So… are you going to give up?”
The man’s outline responds calmly, lowering the sword, his expression unseen:
“…The sun has already set… Lorelette’s era ended long ago… Mother’s era will never return, even if the unborn ‘Gaia’ could not retrieve her from ‘Mosela’s’ radiance, all that has passed… has reached its curtain call…”
The woman holding the Star Wand fell into long silence, until her fragile voice revealed undeniable perseverance.
“…I will not give up… I won’t, under any circumstances.”
“What else is left? Even Gaia’s power isn’t enough, what more can we do?”
“Since the mighty power of the Star God still isn’t enough, then I’ll seek even stronger strength.”
“…Are you saying…?”
The man sounded somewhat shocked.
The woman holding the Star Wand raised her head, seemingly gazing at the horizon.
“…Epedo… Omlos… Yin Nie…
Whichever it is…
No matter the cost…
As long as she can be restored…”
With those words, the woman in robe turned and slowly departed.
A rush of astonishment flooded his mind.
It was only at this moment that Leon saw her face, with eyes distinct from the nebulous outlines in the surrounding void.
Eyes shimmering with brilliant star light, almost surpassing humanly conceivable beauty, appearing eerie and dangerous.
Just like the deep, gleaming night sky.
In this moment, Leon finally remembered where he’d heard her voice.
The Great Mage of Purple Bauhinia Castle.
The creator of the magic card in her hand.
—Aphrodisia Netti.
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