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Chapter 190 Unfettered Spirit, Eight Trigrams - Dui Water, Restoration of Atlantis?
Only a bedside lamp remained in the room, casting a dim, yellowish glow that softly enveloped the sleeping white wolf.

Its snow-white fur shimmered with tiny sparkles under the light, and its chest rose and fell gently with its steady breathing.

Locke gently placed his hand on Salafir's head and rubbed his head.

“It’s not your fault, Salafir.”

His voice was gentle; his words flowed like a stream in the night.
"Her body has long been fully restored thanks to your healing. It's just that now it's her own heart... she doesn't want to wake up."

"dad."

Salafir's voice was filled with sadness, "Is Sister Kayla angry with me? Is she scared in her dreams?"

“Listen, Salafir,” Locke crouched down and whispered, “Daddy will figure something out, I promise. Don’t worry, okay?”

"Um"

Salafell nodded sullenly. "But Daddy."

“Really”

Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, God chuckled and interrupted Salafir.

It also broke the heavy atmosphere in the room.

His golden eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light, and his tone carried a strange undertone of comfort:
“Brother. Since Father said he would handle it, stop crying. That wolf girl is very stubborn; she won't be so easily killed in a dream. Don't worry about it.”

Sneezed, Salafir looked at the capital, and gave a soft reply.

The unspoken understanding between the brothers brought him a sense of comfort.

"Okay, it's getting late."

Locke stood up, as if to leave the room:

"You should get some rest."

"Wait, Father."

Shen Du immediately called out to him, stepped forward, and tilted his small face up. His golden eyes gleamed in the darkness, making no attempt to conceal their anticipation.
"Where's my 'reward'? I helped you get that big, shiny, dumb guy, and solved a huge problem. You said 'we'd talk about it later,' now it's time to deliver on your promise, isn't it?"

"Um"

Locke's expression became somewhat subtle. He stroked his chin, his gaze drifting to the side, and said vaguely, "That... is still under 'research.' The power is a bit complex; it will take some time..."

"Come again."

Shen Du's face fell, and he pouted in dissatisfaction:

"Every time you don't want to agree to my request, you use 'I'm researching' to brush me off. It was the same with the limited edition strawberry cake last time! You said you were researching how to create the best deal using flyers!"

"This time it's true."

Locke tried to make his expression more sincere. "It involves all sorts of strange and dangerous things."

Shen Du snorted coldly, turned his head away, but still muttered to himself:
"Anyway, you owe me two big ones."

"Go to sleep early." Locke smiled helplessly, offered no further explanation, and gently closed the door. "Goodnight, children."

Silence returned to the room.

Only the cool moonlight from outside the window pierced through the gaps in the curtains, casting a narrow strip of light on the floor, like a silvery path leading to a dream.

The gods returned to consciousness.

Salafir sat quietly for a while.

Then he took out the rainbow music box, which had been restored to its original state, from under his pillow.

He infused it with magic.

"Ding-boom-"

Ethereal notes flowed through the room, and colorful lights swirled slowly with the music, as if carrying some kind of magical power, dispelling some of the darkness and unease.

"Sister Kayla."

Salafil gently placed the music box beside the white wolf and whispered to the sleeping wolf:

"sweet Dreams."

After saying that, he lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Enveloped in music.
Consciousness rapidly sank, pulled into a bizarre and chaotic tide...

Until he 'opened his eyes' again
We found ourselves in a space shrouded in white mist and sparkling with stars.

"Good morning."

Almost simultaneously, a figure appeared before him, formed from countless stardust particles.

It still had the same dragon head and human body.

His eyes held the entire starry sea.

"Little one, how did you repair the instrument so quickly?" His voice was a little hoarse. "How much time has passed in the outside world?"

Gazing at Morpheus's familiar face, a forgotten dream resurfaced in his mind.

That precognitive dream on Thanksgiving.
The Star Dragonman who guided him and then apologized...

"I remember now, it's you."

Salafir suddenly realized, her little face beaming with joy at the reunion. "But actually, only a month has passed. I spent half an hour every day fixing it little by little."

“Is that so?”

Morpheus nodded slightly, the massive dragon head moving with elegance.

His gaze swept over the invisible flow of rules around Salafir, and these subtle energy fluctuations made a glimmer of understanding flash in his eyes.

"That's true, after all, we can be considered creations of the same origin."

His words were meaningful.

However, he didn't go into detail about the meaning of this 'common origin,' but instead said gently:

"So, what are you planning to do this time? How about some more precognitive dreams?"

"it is good"

Salafir nodded instinctively, but immediately shook his head vigorously, "No."

He immediately stepped forward and looked up at the tall dragon man:
“Mr. Morpheus, aren’t you the god of dreams? My friend Kayla has fallen into a deep sleep she doesn’t want to wake up because of me. I… I want to enter her dream!”

"I want to tell her in person that it's safe outside, and that my animals and I are waiting for her to come back! Please do me this favor, okay?"

Gazing into Salafir's pure eyes, Morpheus remained silent for a moment.

The determination in the child's eyes reminded him of the light of the first stars shining in the ancient past.

Moreover, he couldn't find a reason to refuse such a request to bravely venture into the realm of dreams for his friend, especially since it came from this little guy with a special identity who seemed to have a subtle connection with them.

"Dreams are the most private and vulnerable territory of mortals, and it is against the rules to forcibly intrude."

Morpheus spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.

But as he spoke, the surrounding stars and white mist began to surge again, and a bridge woven from starlight appeared before Salafir, the end of which connected to a dream filled with the scent of the forest and a faint sense of fear.

"But I'll make an exception for you this once."

He gently raised his hand, making a 'please' gesture.

"Her mind, impacted by the external force from you, developed a protective nightmare. This nightmare, like a cocoon, tightly envelops her, trapping her in a false sense of peace from which she cannot awaken."

"The little one's external force comes from you. You cannot linger in her dream, remember that." His tone carried a hint of warning: "Otherwise, this nightmare might absorb her fear and the 'source' within you, materialize, break free from her dream, and invade reality."

What are nightmares? They sound terrifying...

Salafir was a little stunned, but a grateful smile still appeared on her face. Without hesitation, she stepped onto the Moonlight Bridge, turned back to Morpheus, and said loudly, "Thank you!"

Subsequently
His figure was slowly swallowed up by the dream that belonged to Kayla.

It felt like passing through a layer of icy water.

The surrounding starlight and white mist vanished in an instant, replaced by air carrying the fresh scent of earth and grass, and dappled, warm sunlight filtering through the lush foliage.

He was standing in the clearing in the Smallwell Hills where he most often met Kayla.

Birds chirped, and a gentle breeze blew by.
Everything seemed so real and peaceful.

Not far in front of him, a familiar figure stood with his back to him.

That was Kayla in human form, wearing the gray hoodie he had given her, her long, silvery-white hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

She was gently stroking a clump of wildflowers with pale purple blossoms using a slender twig.

immediately
"Ouch!"

Eat it in one bite.

"Sister Kayla!"

Salafir was overjoyed and immediately ran over.

Kayla turned around at the sound and saw Salafir. Her delicate face immediately lit up with a genuine smile.

"Saraphir? You've arrived!"

She chewed on the herbs in her mouth, stood up, casually brushed off some bits of grass and dirt stuck to her jeans, and said in a light tone:
"What should we do today? Should we go find new berry bushes, or go to the creek to watch the little fish? Or maybe we should get some mushrooms?"

"Then of course we'll go to the stream to see the chicks."

Salafir was almost about to go along with her words, but then abruptly stopped:

"No, no."

"Sister Kayla, we're done playing. You need to wake up from your dream right now."

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"Sarafil?"

Kayla's smile froze slightly, and she looked at him with some confusion: "What do you mean by that?"

“That stone statue, that sealed monster, it has voluntarily left this world!” Salafir struggled to organize his thoughts, trying to make Kayla understand:
"It doesn't want to be protected by you anymore, and it doesn't want to be sealed away anymore! It has been sent by its father and brothers to a place very, very far away, a place it can never return to! It's safe outside now!"

"."

He had originally thought that Kayla would be just as overjoyed as he was upon hearing the good news, and would smile as she was finally relieved of her burden of protecting him.

But Kayla's reaction was completely unexpected.

"Sarafil..."

She gently shook her head, her silvery-white hair shimmering softly in the dreamlike glow, her voice carrying a tenderness that sought both to comfort the boy and to convince herself:
“What are you talking about? The stone statue…hasn’t it always been in the cave? We just went to see it yesterday…just yesterday.”

Her tone was so certain, as if what Salafir was saying was the absurd dream itself.

是 的
In this dream constructed by her subconscious, the sealed monster, the goal that her clan had guarded for generations, should have remained unchanged in the depths of that kryptonite mine since time immemorial.

This is the cornerstone of her world, the meaning of her existence.

"No, Sister Kayla!"

Seeing that she didn't believe him, Salafir became even more anxious, her little hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes. "That was a dream! It's fake! The real stone statue, that monster called 'Doomsday,' it woke up on Christmas Eve, came out, and destroyed all the mountains outside!"

"Dad has sent him to a place called 'The End of Time'! He's really not coming back!"

He described the earth-shattering events he had heard about in a child's words, eager to prove to Kayla that the stone statue was gone.

But Kayla's confusion only deepened.
There was also a hint of displeasure at being offended.

“Sarafil.” She frowned slightly: “Don’t tell such strange stories. Destruction…what? The end of time? Are you still dreaming?”

"What are you talking about in your sleep?"

She even reached out and gently tapped his forehead as usual, with a hint of indulgent reproach: "What are you talking about in your sleep?"

“My duty is to guard it, to make sure it never wakes up, not… not to talk about where it’s been sent. It’s there, and it always will be.”

"I did not lie!"

Salafir stamped her foot, her eyes welling up with tears of grievance.
"Sister Kayla, believe me! Look around, this is a dream! You really are asleep, asleep for a very, very long time! Everyone is waiting for you to wake up!"

"Dream……"

Kayla's eyes flickered.

“Sarafil, I don’t know why you would have such a dream, but guarding the statue is real. If you don’t want to play anymore, we can go back first… go back to the vicinity of the cave and take a look, it must still be there in good condition.”

She reached out again, palm up, wanting to take Salafir's little hand naturally, just like countless times before.

She led him away from this suddenly 'strange' open space and back to the 'normal' path she knew.

But Sarafiel didn't reach out to take her hand; he simply stood there stubbornly, gazing at her with his clear yet sorrowful eyes.

"Sarafil, let's go."

Kai stretched out his hand and gently tugged at the boy's arm, his tone coaxing, but the force from his fingertips did not budge.

“Sarafil.”

She called out again, her tone tinged with barely perceptible anxiety and pleading: "Stop saying these things. The statue is there, it must be there."

"It's true! Sister Kayla, listen to me!"

Seeing that she refused to believe him, Salafir became even more anxious and couldn't help but reach out to pull her, trying to convey the truth through touch.

Can.
"Snapped!"

Kayla jerked her hand away, her movements swift and tinged with panic.

"Sarafil, I already said it was impossible!"

"I did not lie to you!"

Salafir was also anxious. He stepped forward again, trying to explain, "It's true! Sister Kayla, your mission is complete! You can wake up now!"

"Completed? No...this is impossible..."

Kayla shook her head, her eyes becoming somewhat confused.
"If it's gone, then what about all the things my mother-in-law and I have insisted on? What is the meaning of our clan's existence?!"

"You're lying! The statue is still there! It needs my protection!"

Her voice trembled with a sob as she turned, seemingly wanting to run towards the mine, to confirm, to grasp the 'responsibility' that had sustained her throughout her life.

"Sister Kayla!"

Looking at his stubborn back, Salafir was filled with confusion.

He couldn't understand why Kayla, now freed from her mission, felt even more burdened.

Taking a deep breath, Salafir didn't hesitate and started chasing after him.

The surrounding trees rushed past him, becoming blurry.

Until that scene began to distort and dissolve.

The lush green trees were licked by the flames and eventually collapsed into ashes.

The grass and soil beneath his feet were gradually replaced by rough, black rocks, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, almost suffocating him.

In just a few breaths.
Upside down.

He was no longer in that vibrant forest.

They were now standing inside a huge and gloomy temple. The temple was built of rocks scorched by fire, and dark red vines, like veins, hung from its towering dome.

And Kayla...

She stood not far away in front of a grotesque altar.

She is no longer that forest girl with a simple hoodie and a clear smile.

At this moment, she was wearing a large black sacrificial robe.

As if hearing Salafir's footsteps, she slowly turned around, extended a finger, and pointed to the center of the altar, her voice carrying a chilling calm:

“Sarafil, look…”

“He’s here. He’s always been here. He needs me.”

What the hell? !

Following the direction of her finger, Salafir couldn't help but swallow.

In the center of the altar
The statue enshrined was not the enormous stone statue he remembered.

Instead, it is a hideous statue forcibly pieced together from countless pale, twisted skeletons!
The outline of the skeleton still faintly reveals Doomsday's bulging muscles and the spikes on his keratin layer, with two eerie green flames burning in his empty eye sockets.

“Sarafil, you see, my mission has never ended.”

"Rumble...!"

The moment Kayla finished speaking.

The entire temple shook violently, and rubble and dust fell from the dome.

The bones on the surface of the skeletal statue emitted a sickening cracking sound.

He began to wriggle and reorganize!
The eerie green flames suddenly expanded, coiling around the skeleton like the very substance of a nightmare!

Amidst a chilling roar, the statue came to life!

It is no longer the pure sense of power of the original Doomsday, but has become a slightly smaller, but more unsettling existence.

The body is still made up of bones.

Yet, a dark green nightmare energy flows like blood between the bones.

This is a monster born from the magic within Salafir and the twisted obsession deep within Kayla's soul.

Nightmare Doomsday!

Eerie green flames burned in the hollow eye sockets, and Doomsday instantly locked onto the tiny Salafir before the altar, its malice almost solidifying into a tangible form.

"."

I'm fighting the rock monster?
real or fake?

Looking at her soft, weak little hands
Well… Salafir had to admit, with a sigh…

Having left behind the almost rule-based destructive power of the capital city, he was now utterly weak and vulnerable in this bizarre dream.

"boom!"

Without any warning, the Nightmare Doomsday launched its attack, its massive fist slamming down with a surge of dark green energy.

Fortunately, Salafir, with his small size and instincts, managed to roll away and avoid the danger, causing the spot where he had been standing to be shattered and corroded into a deep pit.

The pungent smell assaulted his nostrils, and Salafir dared not linger for a moment. Without even brushing off the dust, he continued to run frantically along the ruined corridors of the temple, his heart pounding wildly in his small chest, as if it would burst out of his body.

The monster behind them roared deafeningly and pursued relentlessly.

What's even more despairing is...
The surrounding dream scenes began to resemble a kaleidoscope out of control.
Switching and twisting wildly.
One second he was running among the eerie, scarlet pillars of the temple, covered in ancient reliefs, the cold stone walls within reach.
The next second, it transformed into Smallwell's familiar cornfield, while Doomsday's casual attacks from behind turned large swaths of corn stalks into a cloud of green dust, as if they were pieces of paper...

In the blink of an eye, he was running through the barn on Kent Farm again, but the wooden walls of the barn were as fragile as paper after being hit by the Nightmare Doomsday...

The dream cycled through constant destruction and refresh after his run, but with each restoration, the scene became more distorted and bizarre, the colors thickened and strange, and the eeriness in the air layered upon layer...

Salafil ran with all his might.

I felt my calves were as heavy as lead, my lungs were burning, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest, almost as if it would jump out of my chest.

Sweat soaked his forehead, and his breathing became rapid and disordered.

He couldn't help but look back.
The monster, made of bones and nightmares, continued its relentless pursuit, dark green flames burning fiercely in its empty eye sockets, radiating eternal malice.

"I'm so...so tired..."

Salafir, her voice trembling with sobs, gasped for breath, her steps slowing involuntarily. "This stone monster... doesn't it ever get tired? I... I can't run anymore."

and many more……

Can't run anymore?

This thought, like a bolt of lightning, suddenly cleaved through the chaotic consciousness within his dream.

Salafir abruptly stopped, looking down in disbelief at her weak and sore calves.

Something's wrong...

This is really not right...

Hesarnifel.
From childhood to adulthood, I have never experienced physical exhaustion.
Then
A crystal-clear realization suddenly arose in his mind:
"Here, all matter is illusory!"

"Only the soul and the will... are real!"

The reason he felt tired was...
It's because his 'consciousness' thought he should be tired after running for so long! It's a subconscious thought projected into his dream, not because his body actually reached its limit!

Then
When this realization fully permeated Salafir.
"Buzz!"

A buzzing sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of the soul, arose without warning, centered on Sarafiel, and swept across the entire bizarre and fantastical dream world like invisible ripples!

Salafir felt only an incredibly light and incredibly powerful self.
Suddenly freed from this heavy, unbearable body!
He looked down and saw that weary body.
He remained in place like a cicada shell that had been shed, and now he was a spirit radiating a soft and pure white light!
All fatigue and heaviness vanished instantly, and a tremendous burden was lifted.

A sense of absolute control over one's own existence arises spontaneously.

He no longer needed to run away.

He only needed to turn around and face the nightmare that was roaring towards him.

Involuntarily, memories of those who had once protected him flashed through his mind...

A powerful figure in a fighting stance.

Those images etched deep in memory, now stirred by the spirit, transformed into instinctive imitation and…

Beyond!

He slowly raised his arm, composed of pure spiritual light, and faced the void before him, softly uttering the word that symbolized absolute dominance:
"—The World."

Om-!
There was no earth-shattering roar, no violent energy surge, but everything...
Shattered matter, swirling dust, the terrifying, roaring nightmare of Doomsday…

This dream world has been forcibly paused!
Only his spirit, like the only fish swimming in the water, moved freely in this absolutely frozen dream.

He floated up lightly once more, the spiritual light around him becoming even more dazzling as his will coalesced, like a miniature star.

Imitating the blazing beam of light from my memory, I focused my will on my eyes.

Zhi——!
Two incredibly pure crimson beams burst forth from his eyes!

They ignored the Nightmare Doomsday's skeletal defenses and pierced the head burning with eerie green flames with unparalleled precision!
“Ouch——!!!”

The Nightmare Doomsday, imprisoned by time stop, cannot utter a sound!
But this world instead let out a mournful wail!
The eerie green flames in its head dissipated instantly, like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun!
But that's not enough!
Sarafiel floated in the air, her tiny spirit bearing the weight of the entire world.

He opened his arms, recalling his father's final, thunderous strike.

“Rumble, rumble—!”

The majestic power of heaven was born from nothingness!

Countless platinum-gold lightning dragons, accompanied by a roar and light that purified everything, surged in from all directions, engulfing the disintegrating remains of the nightmare!
It submerged that eerie crimson temple, and it submerged all the twisted creations in this dream!

There was no explosive impact, only endless light and thunderous roars of rules cleansing and reconstructing!

Until the devastating platinum lightning slowly dissipated...

As far as the eye could see, all that remained was a boundless, pure, and pristine white expanse of land.

Salafir's spirit slowly descended from the sky and stood in the center of this pure white world.

Ahead
A semi-transparent, dilapidated altar phantom floated silently.

In the center of the altar, a huge white wolf was curled up, bound by countless heavy chains.

This is the real Kayla.

Her true soul form!
And on the back of the white wolf's soul.
It is a wound from which nightmares constantly seep out, and the twisted nightmare of Doomsday spreads from it!

It is not a separate monster, but a malignant tumor in the soul that was born from Kayla’s fear of failure in her mission and the loneliness and pressure accumulated during her long guarding. It has always been like a parasite, firmly attached to the essence of her soul!

The last time, it was because of the impact of his magic that this necrotic tumor combined with his magic, which gave birth to the monster called 'Nightmare'.

As Salafir approached the altar, he walked toward the imprisoned giant wolf.

He stretched out his tiny hand made of light, moving so gently as if afraid to disturb this fragile dream.

It was pressed against the giant wolf's forehead, which was covered in soft fur.

In this pure white silence, Salafir whispered:
"Sister Kayla, it's time to wake up from this nightmare."

Click...

A crisp cracking sound rang out clearly in the pure white silence.

The first black chain binding the white wolf's soul shattered instantly, turning into nothingness.

Immediately after
It was a chain reaction; all the black chains broke inch by inch at the same instant, turning into countless black specks of light scattered across the sky.

The surrounding area was an endless expanse of pure white.
It also began to slowly dissipate like the receding tide.
This reveals the true nature of what lies beneath.

The tranquil forest under the moonlight where they first met, and...

In the real world, there was a room filled with the sounds of a music box.
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“The Principle of Spiritual Emanation?”

Morpheus casually uttered a string of characters that echoed as Salafir's consciousness began to return.

Then came another soft laugh, which made the stars sway:

"Or, according to the terminology used by Eastern practitioners, should it be called astral projection? The soul separating from the body? Or the spirit becoming unrestrained?"

"Transcending the prison of the material body allows the essence of consciousness to roam the astral dimensions and glimpse a corner of reality."

"These rules aren't bad for a little guy who's looking for adventure."
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Salafir sat up abruptly in bed, his chest heaving slightly.

He blinked his somewhat bewildered eyes.

But before he could adjust to the dim light in the room...

My attention was completely drawn to a clumsy yet enormous figure at the foot of the bed.

It was a man wearing an ill-fitting red velvet coat, a crooked white mustache stuck to his chin, and a red soft hat… Santa Claus?!
"Santa Claus?!"

Salafir cried out in surprise, all traces of sleepiness vanishing:

"The capital city! Santa Claus really does exist!"

Santa Claus, who was tiptoeing away and about to make his escape, was startled by the sudden sound and froze, his movements abruptly halting.

He cleared his throat somewhat flusteredly, deliberately lowering his originally clear voice and trying to imitate an old and kind tone, attempting to conceal his obvious nervousness:

"Cough...cough cough...Yes, yes, kind little fellow."

"Your...your Christmas presents have been put into your stocking, as is tradition..."

He pointed to the sock that was almost completely stuffed with green dollars.

"Wow!"

Salafell cheered and began firing questions at the Santa Claus in front of him:

"Mr. Santa Claus, where are your reindeer sleigh teams? Can they really fly? Is it magic or special corn? How can you travel to all the children's homes in the world in one night? Don't you ever get lost? You..."

The innocent yet difficult questions made Santa Claus sweat and stammer, feeling even more overwhelmed than when facing Dior.

"Alright, Salafir."

Just then, a cheerful voice rang out, rescuing the embarrassed Santa Claus.

Locke, who had arrived at the door at some unknown time, leaned against the doorframe, glanced at the Christmas stocking stuffed unusually full of banknotes, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He said softly:
"Don't make things difficult for our Mr. Santa Claus. He still has many gifts to give to other children, and time is of the essence."

"Oh……"

Although Salafir was still reluctant to leave, she obediently nodded and waved to Santa Claus, "Goodbye, Santa! Be careful on your journey!"

Santa Claus, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, smiled gratefully from beneath his white beard, casting a look at Locke that was a mixture of gratitude and a hint of unshed tears.

Immediately, he clumsily pried open the window, hastily climbed out, and disappeared into the night—that was his red silhouette.
He looked rather disheveled.

“No, Dad,” Salafir tilted her head, a thoughtful look on her face, and pointed to the window, asking, “The storybooks all say that Santa Claus comes in through the chimney, so why doesn’t he go through the chimney?”

"Uh, maybe I sealed the chimney?"

Locke tried to find a way to cover for Clark, but he couldn't help but think to himself:
How much money did Bruce give Clark to make him stay up all night doing this...?

Forget it
What concerned him more at that moment was not the runaway Santa Claus.

His gaze shifted to the floor of the room.

By the light of the moon streaming in through the window and the dim glow of the bedside lamp, you can see a young girl sitting on the floor, looking somewhat lost.

She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a dark gray sweatshirt with a wolf head pattern and ordinary blue jeans, her long silver-white hair was loose and messy.

His eyes were still somewhat dazed, as if he had just woken up from a long slumber and was trying to make sense of the situation before him.

Locke's expression turned somewhat strange. He pointed to the girl on the ground, then looked at Salafell on the bed, who was beaming with excitement, his tone filled with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment:
“Saraphiel…you’ve never told Daddy that your sister Kayla…can turn into a human?”

Salafir then noticed Kayla on the ground and immediately shouted happily:

"Sister Kayla! You're finally awake!"

As Kayla sat on the ground, listening to the familiar call, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, and at the unfathomable man before her, her confusion deepened.

She subconsciously pulled down the hood of her sweatshirt, as if trying to hide herself, her eyes darting timidly between Locke and Salafir.

"Dad, my brother is hiding something from us."

Meanwhile, Shen Du, who had somehow appeared on the ceiling, spoke with a look of utter despair, "Could you tell him to try not to awaken any strange abilities inexplicably while he's asleep? This experience isn't fun at all."

Locke sighed and looked up at his youngest son, who had defied the laws of gravity, and asked:
"Can't you get down?"

"My new ability exempts me from the earth's binding gravity? I still don't understand it." Shen Du's voice was a little aggrieved and confused. He tentatively moved his fingers slightly, and his body swayed gently in the air. "I can't get down for at least a while. Luckily there's a ceiling, otherwise our Kent family would have an astronaut too."

They're such troublesome kids.
But just as Locke was pondering how to safely 'remove' his youngest son from the ceiling, a stream of information quietly appeared before his eyes:
[Saraphiel Kent/Fire Demon Shendu, 5 years old]

[Ability Awakening: Divine Power - Unbound, Divine Power - Levitation.]

[Loading parental privileges for the host: Gossip - Water Diversion.]

His pupils contracted slightly.

An absurd idea popped into Locke's mind uncontrollably.

broken
Is he going to try and reclaim Atlantis himself next?!
P.S.: There will be another update in the morning.

P.S.: The concepts of Hell and demons in DC Comics, as well as the Sparda twins from Devil May Cry, are listed in the works-related section. You can check them out if you're interested.

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