Chapter 715: 122. Power of Dalasgon (5k)_3
“It’s late now, get so good rest, Valentina. Starting tomorrow morning, we’ll need to be fully focused… Goodnight, Valentina.”
Fisher sat on Valentina’s bed, feeling an unprecedented weight of pressure on his shoulders. However, he tried to keep his tone as light as possible while speaking to her. He then stood up, ready to leave Valentina’s tent to rest.
The conditions here were too primitive, practically non-existent soundproofing, no doubt he’d be beaten up by Heidlin, who stayed in the tent next to Valentina’s, before anything official started… Moreover, Valentina had already done so well today, such a bright and beautiful girl in her dreams, he didn’t want to despoil her feelings for him by venting his desires, not even at this very mont.
“Wait, take this…”
Fisher turned to see Valentina offering him a necklace engraved with the magic of “sweet dreams,” its pink glow shrouding it in a misty light that imdiately caught Fisher’s eye,
“Are you sure, isn’t this sothing your mother left for you?”
Valentina didn’t retract her hand but simply smiled and said,
“It’s alright, it wouldn’t have many uses left anyway. My mother left many things, and I’ve kept them all safe… And besides, I have already found sothing more beautiful than ‘sweet dreams’…”
In the darkness, Fisher was slightly taken aback, then he also chuckled silently, reaching out to take the pendant still warm from her touch,
“Then I’ll graciously accept it, thank you.”
“Goodnight, Fisher.”
Fisher didn’t say anything further, just draped a Snow Fox Species quilt over her, which seed to be made out of the fur of so animal and was quite thick. It was just the right size to cover her, leaving only her small head exposed, likely enough to keep her warm through the night.
Then, Fisher turned and left her tent, silently walking back to his own, to his bed, where Emhardt was not snoring. Hearing the sound at the entrance, Emhardt quickly sat up, and upon seeing Fisher’s figure, he lay back down, murmuring,
“So, the little lady from the Turand family, you persuaded her to go back to sleep? Why were you there so long, you didn’t do anything bad, did you… Oh, no, that can’t be right, I know when you’re up to sothing; how could you be back if it hadn’t been hours…”
“Shut up, sleep.”
“Yes, yes, yes… Ouch, you’re still holding onto the thing she gave you for bed? Let see, a pendant? Oh, a token of affection, eh? I’ll just move her na up the list a bit, I think… Ow!”
Fisher lay beside Emhardt, annoyed by his incessant duck-like quacking voice, he covered Emhardt with the blanket to prevent him from talking anymore.
However, at this ti, he truly had no inclination to sleep. The appearance of that girl and the myriad dangers that were to co with dawn made it difficult for him to fall asleep. He gave up on trying to sleep and focused on studying the strange magic that Valentina had just given him.
He rotated the peculiar Magic Emblem on top, while recalling the details of the odd state he and Valentina had entered earlier, and he directed his gaze to the beginning of the magic.
It was a very strange Magic Ring Head, composed of an upper and a lower part. On the top was an inverted figure-eight symbol, like a piece of paper that had been twisted 180 degrees and stitched together, with only one visible side, a bizarre shape. Below, he recognized the regular symbol—it was the “World” Ring Head, a type of High Ring used infrequently.
The faint pink glow was indeed bursting out from between the upper and lower symbols, the parts that seed to be truly effective were the sides ford by the upper and lower parts. Combining this with his experience of entering the dream with his soul just a mont ago, Fisher suddenly understood the aning of this Ring Head.
Previously, when entering Valentina’s dream realm, he had found it extrely miraculous, for when he left Saint Nali, he had also entered that place, only at that ti he and the Demons had entered with their bodies, so he didn’t realize the nature of that place…
Yes, that place was the Gap between the Spirit Realm and reality.
Fisher had been curious about this peculiar Gap when he was studying the Soul Completion Manual earlier. He didn’t understand its specific function, but now Fisher could roughly co to a conclusion.
In the Spirit Realm, souls were murky and unclear, apart from a few distinct “Stars”. Those were Chaotic and impossible to make sense of, but in the real world, everyone’s consciousness was clear and independent. These were two extre states, and such a transformation didn’t happen overnight but required a transitional buffer zone.
According to Caleb Wuz, the Spirit Realm was a forbidden land that didn’t belong to the interference of any God, so, in reality, Dalasgon’s duty was actually more than acting as the “Gate”. The Gap between the world and the Spirit Realm was the rule He had created, a tool for translating the Chaos of the Spirit Realm. Specifically manifested in consciousness, it was sowhat similar to the state of consciousness between being awake and Chaos, like “subconsciousness” or “Dreams”.
And the peculiar Ring Head created by Valentina’s mother was leveraging the World Resonance, allowing the target’s soul to temporarily detach from the body and enter this interdiate state. Based on the translation rules established by Dalasgon, the things he and Valentina constructed with their souls in the dream were also between the two states.
They possessed the appearance and properties of the real world but could only affect the soul. If a soul was strong enough, it could even create very complex Creations out of thin air in the Gap… But the amount of Magic Power consud would be imnse, and it would cause very severe damage to the soul. No wonder Valentina warned him not to construct living beings because that ant using a soul to construct another conscious soul, which might require leveraging the consciousness within the Spirit Realm…
Fisher gasped. His impression of Dalasgon, the Divine being, had been limited to just a “doorkeeper” when compared to Bilamasitiya or the other Divinities Caleb Wuz ntioned in the Manual, which made him seem inferior. Only now did he realize the extent of Dalasgon’s Power was extraordinary.
The feeling of finding knowledge exhilarated Fisher in the dead of night. He tirelessly studied all the structures of the magic, refusing to overlook any detail. Finally, he poetically nad this Ring Head “Dream” to commorate the wonderful journey he and Valentina had shared tonight…
anwhile, Emhardt, who had originally planned to sleep alongside him, ended up watching Fisher beco engrossed in his magical studies. Being too tired to stay awake, Emhardt sighed softly and stealthily snuggled into Fisher’s arms, falling asleep alone.
Fisher glanced down at him, helplessly patted his book-like body, but he didn’t move him away.
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