The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 544 Resonance Trap
Amy glanced at the rock face, her fingertips lightly touching the thin layer of frost covering its surface. "These runes are arranged in an unusually orderly fashion. They seem to contain some kind of complex energy fluctuation, as if they are trying to convey something to us."

David slowly walked around to the corner of the giant wall, where a slightly concave stone surface that still emitted a faint glow came into view.

There, ancient and massive chains of runes are inlaid, each symbol meticulously carved, like a web of time and space intricately interwoven.

He gently reached out and touched the textures, and a distant and profound wave of information instantly surged into his mind.

“These runes are not just language,” he murmured. “They are more like a chaotic coordinate calculation formula, connecting space, time, and even multiple dimensions.”

Amy frowned, pressed her staff against the stone surface, and continuously guided the laws of the domain to scan its energy.

As energy flowed, the rune chain gradually emitted a cold, silvery-white light, and the intricate and precisely arranged lines began to jump and move, like a dynamic information network being reorganized and regenerated in an instant.

Suddenly, one of the colors stood out—three small crystals of different shapes but closely overlapping each other emerged: the white was as pure as moonlight; the gray had a metallic texture; and the black was thick and deep, like the void.

These "three-colored ice crystals" slowly rotated and intertwined, projecting a dazzling and mysterious halo onto the rock surface.

Zellos's face showed a mixture of fear and solemnity. His voice was low but trembling slightly: "This is part of an ancient prophecy. When these three ice crystal forces converge to a critical point, it will cause a violent tearing of the ecological and spatial structure, the so-called 'dimensional overlap'—it will tear open the world's original barrier and bring about an uncontrollable disaster."

Upon hearing this, Lena involuntarily took a step back, gripping the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, and carefully watching the endlessly spinning colored crystal.

"Could this be the root cause of the spacetime distortions and extreme energy fluctuations we have been experiencing all along?"

David's expression was solemn. He looked up and around at the large reliefs that were faintly visible but full of broken and cracked effects around the giant wall. These statues, themed around winter beasts, phantom warriors and flying creatures, seemed to tell a story about the endless cycle of protection, sacrifice and resurrection.

In the cool morning light, every detail appeared exceptionally solemn and imposing.

"This coexistence and fusion of multiple elements and spatial forces requires an extremely precise and massive computing architecture, and these chaotic coordinates are the key."

He pointed to several irregular nodes in the rune chain that flickered and occasionally jumped, "If this place is damaged or goes out of control, it will not only cause local tearing, but also have a chain reaction that affects a wider range of space and even time domains."

Amy crouched down and took out a thick scroll from her bosom. It contained a lot of information about the theory of the Chaos Realm and the basics of sealing techniques.

"This is part of our recently revised manuscript. However, the precision of the data contained in these ancient inscriptions far exceeds current scientific understanding; it is a fusion of advanced magical mathematics and the fundamental laws of the universe."

She gently placed the scroll on the ground, where it blended beautifully with the surrounding silvery-blue light.

"Interpreting this information is crucial for us to solidify our domain barriers and break the spread of parasites."

David nodded, refocusing his attention on the information network that was gradually awakening in the vast world before him.

He reached out and touched the edge of the fragmented obsidian, its sharp edges seemingly drawing his consciousness into a realm that was both strange and familiar—a realm filled with countless distorted images of time and space, containing the past, the future, and teeming with unknown risks and lurking opportunities.

"What the ancestors of the Star-Eyed Clan left behind is not only a warning, but also a roadmap to the possible future."

His tone was firm, yet cautious, showing no sign of slackness: "Only by mastering this calculation formula can we accurately predict when the 'three-colored ice crystals' will converge to a critical point, thus fundamentally curbing the impending catastrophe."

Zelllos also followed suit and delved deeper into the research. His face was full of worry. "This requires long-term accumulation of knowledge and the joint efforts of more powerful law controllers to crack it. Otherwise, with the weak power of our race alone, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stop the terrifying conspiracy behind the observers."

Lena listened intently to a newly emerging, fragmented, babbling language in the air, the sound seemingly penetrating the walls of time and transforming into a complex stream of information in her mind.

"To protect the end of fate," she repeated softly, her unwavering belief rekindled. She gritted her teeth and told herself, "I cannot back down. No matter how perilous, I will stand on the front lines."

Although the temperature inside the cave had not yet warmed up, the spiritual energy surrounding the group gradually stabilized, and the ancient ruins seemed to regain their vitality through them.

Under the baptism of heavy frost, they seemed to see those dormant secrets in the long river of history beginning to revive, or a hidden force stirring in the shadows, foreshadowing the impending catastrophe.
Sunlight streamed in through the narrow gaps in the ceiling, casting a soft golden hue onto the gray-blue, frosty walls, creating a dreamlike scene as it shone against the silver-blue backdrop.

Sweat dripped from everyone's face in rhythm with their breathing, merging with their unwavering determination to become tiny marks in this torrent of fate.
The air inside the glacier nest was thick with a mixture of cold and mystery, and the runes on the stone walls emitted a cold, eerie blue light, reflecting the solemn and tense faces of the group.

David, Amy, Lena, and Zellros sat around the altar, each holding a scroll, a staff, and fragments of ancient runes, working closely together to decipher the profound secrets hidden in the ancient prophecy.

Lena exhaled a soft breath, her brows furrowing slightly as she stared intently at a silver-gray spore sample.

The sample was sealed in an array crystal sphere, the surface of which reflected faint pulsating light waves, rising and falling slowly like breathing.

She held a slender silver needle in her right hand and carefully adjusted the energy flow inside the crystal sphere to probe the hidden mechanisms within the spore.

"David, look here."

Her voice was deep and powerful: “After numerous observations and experiments, I discovered that the activity of these parasitic spores seems to be highly dependent on a ‘dimensional resonance’ effect—they stabilize their structure and vitality through resonant dimensional fluctuations.”

Amy frowned slightly, gently tapping the ground with her staff to channel her domain energy into the experimental equipment. "So, they don't exist solely through physical form, but rather maintain their activity through a multi-dimensional spatial fluctuation interconnection mechanism?"

"Yes."

Lena continued to explain, her fatigue somewhat masked by excitement.

"This 'dimensional resonance' is similar to the tuning of musical instruments, which uses oscillations at specific frequencies to help the parasite maintain its shape and capabilities."

If this frequency could be adjusted or reversed, it might be possible to damage its internal structure and cause its function to collapse.

Zellos pondered for a moment, his eyes flashing with a long-lost sharpness. "This is a crucial discovery. If we can use reverse resonance to destroy this fragile layer, then this disaster may be reversed."

David clenched his fists, his gaze firm and deep.

"Inverse resonance. We need to accurately capture parasite samples in their surviving state and conduct detailed analysis in order to modulate targeted destructive frequencies." "But this is an extremely dangerous and difficult task."

Amy warned, looking around at the ruined camp after the attack—unstable silvery-gray spore dust still floating among the rubble—"The environment here is still full of active parasites, and we must be fully prepared."

Lena nodded in agreement, her eyes revealing determination.

“I am willing to personally infiltrate the most densely infected areas on the outskirts to capture live samples. I understand the movement patterns of these parasitic tentacles and have close combat capabilities, which can minimize the risk of exposure.”

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a brief silence.

Everyone understood that this was not only a mission with extremely high risk to life, but also a crucial gamble to fight against fate and fight for hope for the future.

The steadfast and unwavering Zelllos finally broke the deadlock, speaking in a slightly hoarse but powerful voice: "We will provide you with rune support and mental barrier support, while purifying the surrounding environment to reduce interference."

But remember, don't be careless; retreat immediately if anything unusual happens!

David chimed in, "I will personally lead the escort and use the Frostwolf bloodline to enhance our defense and attack. We will not leave you to fight alone."

The following morning, while a pale, cold moon still hung in the distant sky, they prepared to advance from the camp into the area most severely affected by the infection.

The wind and snow intertwined, like countless silver needles piercing the skin; every step felt solid yet also like stepping into an unknown abyss.

Lena, wearing light armor, stepped nimbly into the soft, icy snow. Her eyes were bright and alert, but she couldn't hide the slight chappedness on her lips caused by the cold.

The knife in her hand gleamed coldly in the morning light, and with each breath it turned into pure white mist, as if it had merged with the heavens and earth.

The camp was surrounded by a wide valley, riddled with countless cracks, as uneven as the claw marks of a giant beast.

Silvery-gray spore dust drifted like ghosts, forming a chilling fog in the air that sent shivers down one's spine.

"The target area is approaching."

David whispered a reminder, and behind him, the phantom of the Frostwolf appeared and disappeared, pouring its soul power into the surrounding area, building an invisible but unbreakable defensive line for the team.

This defensive line seemed to have condensed all the power of ice and frost in the far north, combining with the wind and snow to form an insurmountable barrier.

As the group ventured deeper, the floating spores gradually became denser, some even beginning to condense into tentacle-like entities, constantly wriggling and attempting to break through the barrier and invade.

They moved swiftly yet cautiously, each swing of their weapons precise and accurate, neutralizing probing attacks.

Suddenly, a cluster of enormous silver-gray tentacles burst forth from the shadows, lashing out at the target ahead like a swarm of snakes—a large infected creature lurking deep within, its skin covered with twisted, vein-like hyphae that continuously spread and corroded human tissue, yet it still managed to barely retain signs of life.

Lena swiftly drew her sword to meet the attack. The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving a cold glint in its wake, slicing and shattering some of the tentacles. However, the remaining parts instantly regenerated. She frowned, quickened her pace of sword strikes, and at the same time looked for an opportunity to use the array beads to seal the temporary spatial ripples and interfere with its regeneration speed.

The battle was extremely fierce, but with their excellent teamwork and magical support, they successfully subdued the infected and safely collected complete cyst samples.

At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the sweat on their faces had already frozen into tiny ice beads that dripped onto their clothes. They looked calm but were actually extremely exhausted.

Upon returning to the camp, Amy immediately placed the collected cysts into a special high-level sealed magic crystal container and began to use chaotic runes to guide a detailed analysis of their structure.

Meanwhile, Zelos initiated an advanced consciousness linking ritual from the Star-Eyed Clan's ancient texts, enabling everyone to achieve coordinated mental perception and share information flow to accelerate the decryption process.

After several days and nights of continuous effort, they finally found a preliminary solution: by simulating and reversing the emission of a specific frequency oscillation band, the parasitic hyphae can undergo self-disintegration, resulting in a chain collapse effect and blocking the life support chain of the parasitic hyphae from the root.

This achievement has caught everyone's attention and rekindled the belief in continuing the fight against the encroachment of darkness.

However, they are aware that to truly complete the development and mass production of the weapon, they need more time to accumulate data, refine the formula, and overcome the technical challenges caused by space oscillations.

As night fell, a biting wind howled across the far northern ice plains, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes that danced in the air like countless silver blades.

The stars were vaguely obscured by thick clouds, with only a few streaks of cold light shining through the mist.

The fire crackled in the camp, illuminating the tense and resolute faces of the people.

After several days of fierce fighting and in-depth research, they finally devised a bold and risky plan—to build a mirrored maze trap with the Heart of Ice, guide the parasites into it, and then have David close the dimensional rift entrance to capture the mother plant that controls the entire parasite ecosystem in one fell swoop.

Amy stood in the center of the camp, the staff inlaid with blue gemstones slowly turning in her palm. The tip of the staff shone with a cold light, like an ice crystal star hanging in the far north sky.

She closed her eyes and focused her mind, immersing herself deeply in the control of the laws of the Zero Degree Domain, condensing the cold energy in her hand into a huge cubic phantom structure.

“The Heart of Ice,” she murmured softly. It was a magic crystal core with extremely strong absolute zero energy, an indispensable driving force for their design of the mirror maze trap.

As Amy gently waved her staff, countless billions of tiny ice crystals danced like snowflakes, connecting, refracting, and intersecting in the air to create strange spectra, gradually forming a vast, invisible yet indestructible, intricate, and unpredictable maze.

The surrounding air suddenly became unusually dry and biting, and every breath felt like being frozen into a sharp blade slicing through the lungs.

A series of faint blue lights shone from countless refracted points, instantly filling this originally dark and desolate place with a mysterious and dreamlike atmosphere.

"The light reflected by these ice crystals can not only confuse perception, but also disrupt spatial fluctuations, effectively blocking the parasite's escape path through phase folding."

Amy's brows radiated undisguised confidence. "As soon as they step into this area, they will be firmly trapped."

(End of this chapter)