Chapter 488 The Illusion of the Stone Whisperer’s Crystal (Part 2)
“Now, the current situation in the Underdark has fallen into an unprecedented severe situation. Like the sinking stars in the endless abyss, darkness and crisis are intertwined into a chaotic world. The fog makes it impossible to see through the truth behind it.”
The old stone giant Usa, an archivist who has been tempered by time and carries countless historical memories, has a majestic and vicissitudes of face. It is filled with deep worries.
His eyes were like the faint firelight in a deep cave, flashing with deep concern for the future fate of the Underdark. "However, we archive managers, although we hold many secrets and knowledge, cannot I can only contribute to this crisis by providing information, but cannot directly intervene."
As the heavy words fell, Usa took out a shining piece from the pile of dusty books. The crystal seemed to contain the past and future of the entire Dark Territory. He carefully handed it to the adventurer Brian.
His words were low and firm: "This crystal contains the phantom images we recently collected about the Underdark. It may become the key to you revealing the truth and breaking the situation."
As soon as he finished speaking, The mysterious crystal seemed to be summoned by some ancient power, slowly suspended in mid-air, and released a weak but breathtaking light.
Usa confirmed again: "Wizlan, that drow who once wandered on the edge of life and death, the information he obtained is indeed of extraordinary value. At least so far, the clues he has provided have not been Breaking our trust. Perhaps it is the characters or events mentioned by this drow that can help you solve the mystery of the current turmoil in the Underdark."
"So, let's get straight to the point."
Usa stopped talking nonsense, he waved his arm, and an invisible force fluctuated with it.
In an instant, an ancient sheepskin scroll unfolded, with obscure and mysterious runes densely recorded on it. They flickered slightly in the dim light, as if they might jump out at any time and turn into entities.
While initiating the ritual to activate the crystal illusion, Ursa sent a message to Brian:
“I will try my best to awaken the secret scene in this crystal, and I hope you can see the reality of the underdark. current situation, and find the key to solving all these difficulties."
Brian's eyes were like the deep lake water, reflecting the polygonal crystal that was slowly turning in the weak candlelight. The gem seemed to have life. Dancing in the swaying light and shadow.
He nodded slightly, his expression solemn and focused, as if he was facing an ancient secret ritual.
The candlelight jumps and flickers, and each cluster of brightness is thrown into the surface of the gemstone without hesitation, intertwining into a complex and dynamic picture.
These countless tiny reflections of fire weave millions of worlds inside the gemstone. Each facet is exquisite and dazzling, just like stars falling into the mortal world. No artificially carved gemstone can match its exquisiteness. The microscopic beauty.
However, what really shocked Brian was not these dazzling worlds of reflection.
His eyes were deeply attracted by the vortex formed by the gathering of tiny flames in the center of the gem. It was a mysterious and irresistible source of attraction. It was constantly pulling him, trying to pull him away. Leading to the endless abyss of red light in the depths of the gem.
The sophistication and delicacy of this gemstone far exceed the limits that any tool in the world can reach. Every ray of light and every angle seems to contain secrets that transcend the laws of matter.
Obviously, this is not a miracle that a gemstone craftsman can create with the carving knife in his hand, but a masterpiece of some kind of magical power, a design that can only be conceived and realized by the legendary ingenious hands. The alarm bells rang in Brian's heart. He knew that he was hovering on the edge of danger. If he was not careful at all, he would be swallowed by the whirlpool and sink into the quiet and deep red ocean built by this magic gem. There is no way back.
Soon, he saw an unknown scene through the crystal.
A domineering and majestic drow archmage wears a robe carefully woven from mysterious spider silk, which shimmers with a deep and mysterious light.
He waved the staff in his hand, surrounded by a rich magical aura, and cast a powerful summoning spell that he had never seen before.
It was a spell that contained the power of darkness and the secrets of the abyss. As he chanted in a low voice, a suffocating pressure filled the entire space.
When the summoning ceremony gradually came to an end, an indescribable energy fluctuation erupted like a volcano, and a giant network formed by the energy of earth veins appeared in mid-air, as violent as a living thing. Creeping, spreading.
Faced with this sudden change, the face of the originally confident Drow Archmage suddenly distorted, and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes. However, he did not flinch, but devoted himself even more fanatically to controlling the spell. among.
The mage gritted his teeth and sweat slid down his stern face. He knew that if he was not careful at this moment, the consequences would be disastrous.
However, the more he struggled, the more he found that his will and strength were being swallowed up by the powerful leyline energy, and his control over the magic became weaker and weaker until he lost it completely.
Despite this, the mage's persistence has not diminished at all, but has transformed into a kind of almost crazy persistence. Driven by this madness, the power of the ritual reached its peak, and the energy network suddenly opened around him. The cracks stretched and spread like tentacles, greedily tearing at the boundary between reality and nothingness.
Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the crack, followed by a deafening roar. The terrifying demons were like scourges, rushing to emerge from the crack, with endless malice and the curse of the abyss. The silence of the Underdark was instantly broken.
They came from the bottomless abyss and were released into the world by out-of-control spells, bringing a doomsday-like catastrophe to the dark area that was already full of dangers.
Immediately afterwards, the figure of the drow wizard was like an elusive ghost, gradually melting into the chaos and darkness of the demon group. His pupils that originally shone with cunning and resourcefulness were blocked by countless wildly dancing demons. The figure is covered.
His figure was swept away by the evil power released unconsciously, like ink drops falling into the sea, disappearing quickly and silently into the twisted and chaotic abyss.
At the same time, a cold and magnetic female laughter suddenly echoed in Brian's mind like the most breathtaking spell in the night.
The laughter is deep and dark, as if originating from the abyss at the bottom of the universe, wrapped in ancient secrets and endless conspiracies. It cuts through the silence like a sharp dagger, reaching into the depths of the listener's soul, stimulating There were waves of chills and shock.
The laughter also reveals an indescribable control and arrogance, which not only makes people shudder, but also creates an extremely terrifying awe for the existence of this mysterious woman.
(End of this chapter)