Arcane Journey

"You can't say that, Lord Vizlan."

After listening to the drow wizard's words, Brian thought for a moment and began to refute, "It is true that you have an outstanding talent for creation, but there is one thing you must think clearly about first. If you don't use the spells of the School of Necromancer to improve your strength as soon as possible, you won't even be qualified to hide in this moldy cave, let alone fight with others."

"So, there's nothing to complain about." Brian continued, with an unquestionable firmness in his voice, as sonorous and powerful as a blacksmith hammering a hot steel blade.

"As the saying goes, it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Since Lord Vizlan has become a survivor of the ancient city of Orens, you should cherish this opportunity to linger. You must understand that not everyone can survive that catastrophe, and you are the one chosen by fate."

He paused for a moment, his eyes softened a little, as if he was recalling a distant scene. "You once said that magic is the meaning of your existence and the sustenance of your soul. So, don't let the painful memories consume you. You should think carefully about the future, instead of immersing yourself in the ashes of the past and losing the true meaning of studying magic."

"That's what I said, and it's the truth. I know it very well in my heart."

Vizlan's voice was low and steady, like a river flowing slowly in the night, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue and struggle.

He was seen standing in front of the magic circle, his figure flickering in the floating magic light, and it looked like his soul was swaying in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Facing Brian's slightly questioning gaze, he did not respond, nor did he intend to argue. He just lowered his eyes slightly, with a complex emotion in his eyes.

Then, his gaze fell back on the magic circle that was slowly rotating in the air.

As the magic circle condensed, it now looked like a magic totem woven from countless runes, as mysterious as the trajectory of stars, emitting a faint blue light.

Vizlan stretched out his hand and touched the edge of the magic circle with his fingertips, as if he was touching a precious but heartbreaking work of art.

As he moved, tiny runes leaped out from his fingers and slid into the magic circle like swimming fish, causing faint ripples.

"But I just can't get over this hurdle in my heart." Vizlan continued, with a barely perceptible sigh in his tone, as if some emotion buried deep in his heart had finally found an outlet.

"Perhaps... this may become the biggest obstacle in my magical research."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vizlan raised his hand without hesitation, and a trace of faint blue magic power condensed at his fingertips.

The small magic circle suspended in the air seemed to have sensed some deadly threat and suddenly trembled violently. The runes on the edge flickered like a candle in the wind, swaying and about to go out.

With just a slight "pop" sound, the magic circle instantly collapsed like a bubble pierced by a sharp needle, and turned into countless tiny points of light that scattered and fell like stardust falling in the night sky. Before they touched the ground, they completely disappeared into thin air.

Vizlan's expression was stern, but there was a barely perceptible solemnity in his eyes. Obviously, although this attack looked light, he actually did pay a price.

As the light of the magic circle gradually dimmed and finally dissipated completely, Brian's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

He stood where he was, keenly aware that the stone surface beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly, as if the entire Underdark held its breath at this moment.

This is an indescribable throbbing, like a giant beast that has been sleeping for thousands of years quietly turning over, making people's hearts shudder.

Then, the oppressive atmosphere in the air, the restlessness and rage that seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow, began to slowly recede. The black energy that originally permeated the surroundings seemed to be pulled away by an invisible hand, becoming thin and distant.

Brian took a deep breath. Even though he was still deep underground without sunlight, the feeling of oppression was lessened than ever before.

From this, it can be seen that Vizlan has cracked the ancient magic circle of the Underdark. The magical structure that once lurked like a spider web in the depths of the earth and continuously absorbed the power of the abyss is now like a candle in the wind, completely extinguished.

As the last rune dimmed, the entire Underdark was shaken, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years finally woke up and exhaled a breath of foul air that had been suppressed for a long time.

And in this land once shrouded in darkness and decay, the abyss demons can no longer rely on the power of earth radiation to maintain their powerful bodies.

Be it the low-level horned demons and terrorclaw demons, or the incarnations of the demon lords who once caused bloody storms in the Underdark, they all felt an unprecedented sense of weakness at this moment.

This feeling is like frost and snow melting quietly under the scorching sun.

Their bodies, which were originally condensed by the power of the earth veins, began to become thinner, and the evil fire burning in their eyes gradually dimmed.

The arrogance and pride that came from the bottomless abyss were torn into pieces by reality at this moment.

Faced with this sudden change, the demons could only roar in unwillingness and anger, but were powerless to change the gears of fate.

Thus, a silent but unstoppable reversal is taking place.

These visitors from the abyss who once set foot here with pride are now forced to retreat in a hurry and return to the abyss rift that will never see the light of day along the original route.

After thoroughly confirming that the magic circle in the Underdark had really disappeared, Brian said to Vizlan sincerely, "Anyway, thank you for this time."

Now that the formation has been broken, he naturally starts his next plan. The first thing is to find the incarnation of Demogorgon and cooperate with the female commander Mirabeta to keep this incarnation in the Underdark completely.

Then, with the help of the power of the Underdark that was about to dissipate, he went directly to the Abyss to face the real demon prince Demogorgon.

"You're welcome. After all, we all need each other." After saying this, Vizlan sighed again, and then slowly said, "Since things here are over, then... it's time for me to say goodbye to the Underdark once and for all."

Brian was slightly startled, and then asked, "I wonder what Mr. Vizlan is going to do next?"

"Go to the Chaos Sea." Vizlan blurted out without any hesitation.

Brian was silent for a moment, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He finally understood the other party's intentions - that ocean of chaos and unknown was the gateway to the origin of all worlds, and also the trial ground for reshaping destiny. He did not ask any more questions, but just smiled gently, and said with some respect and blessing: "Then we say goodbye, I wish you success."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was enveloped by the light of a teleportation array and disappeared. (End of this chapter)