Splash—
The first sensation to reach his senses was the sound of the sea waves entering his ears.
The mont he made contact with the Ring of Dreams, Ronald’s subjective perspective was akin to undergoing an original canonical trial.
Of course, this experience was fundantally not an original canonical trial.
After the initial distortion of the senses, the scenery in front of Ronald gradually beca clear, and the magic power from the strengthening force within him had not diminished at all.
"This is..."
Ronald looked around, raising an eyebrow.
The sound of the waves he heard was indeed that of real seawater, above an indistinct expanse of water, with gray fog perating all around, making it impossible to discern anything beyond ten ters with the naked eye.
And there Ronald stood, on a small boat that could only accommodate four people.
A solitary figure stood on the small boat drifting with the waves, surrounded by fog so thick that he could neither see nor hear anything else. In this expanse of heaven and earth, it seed as if everything that existed was comprised solely of these elents.
Ronald made a specific check.
It appeared that this small boat was all he had now; he couldn’t even see the entrance back to the Ring of Dreams.
"No wonder it’s been sealed in the basent for so long."
Ronald muttered to himself, then recited a na:
"Torrex..."
Faced with such a situation, his first reaction was naturally to use a spell from the "Purgatory" to lock onto the target.
The spell activated successfully, but the feedback was extrely limited.
Apart from the ssage that "Torrex is still alive," he gained nothing else.
"Is the distance too far, or is it being blocked?"
Ronald’s gaze fell upon the fog covering the sea around him, imdiately becoming alert.
When it ca to determining whether the fog was dangerous, the first thing that naturally ca to mind was this—"Human End Point."
Hesitating in this completely unfamiliar environnt would be foolish.
Without even a second’s delay, Ronald imdiately deployed his Complete Technique.
"..."
The result was that nothing happened.
The small boat within range continued to drift on the water, unaffected by the gray fog or the "Human End Point." As for the spell Ronald had deployed, the environnt offered no response.
Good news—the spell elicited no reaction, aning there was no imdiate danger.
Bad news—the spell elicited no reaction, aning there was no additional information forthcoming.
"Tsk—"
Ronald’s next move was, of course, to greatly extend the sensory range of his power, "Fury."
But the result remained the sa.
Even though this super-large-scale enemy-searching spell had been expanded to its limit, it still revealed no traces of human activity.
"..."
This was very troubling.
If it was a fight against a formidable enemy, or if he was decrypting with so informational groundwork, Ronald would of course be confident in tackling the problem.
However, in the current situation, devoid of any information and with no enemies around,
It was truly a difficult situation to address.
"Starting from the relationship between the entire Earth and the sky, we begin to build our understanding..."
Ronald proceeded to recite a spell from "Astronomy Master."
Information was always the most important factor, having a priority position, even if he was trapped at the mont.
Ronald’s current plan
Was to try increasing his altitude as much as possible, attempting to break through the gray fog, and look down upon the setting from a higher vantage point.
Whoosh—
In an instant, a force powerful enough to stir the air materialized nearby.
Almost simultaneously, as Ronald took off, an indistinguishable shape made its presence known in the air and then smashed directly towards Ronald, who was aloft.
"Hmph—"
Ronald was certainly not showing any weakness.
Or rather, this was precisely what he wanted to see—better an attack than a dead calm!
The pitch-black sword of Saint Catherine gripped in his hand.
With great speed, Ronald adjusted his posture, delivering a strike before the onrushing wind pressure could hit.
Crack!
Blood rained down—
The power of the Saint’s legacy was undeniable.
The sharp blade cleaved through the massive object attacking him from the front, and with Ronald’s formidable strength, it was completely severed, with the cut unleashing blood that splattered everywhere like raindrops!
And then, the thing just disappeared.
Before Ronald could take a closer look at his victory, the limbs of the huge creature in the mist vanished without a trace. Except for the blood on Ronald blocked by the "Guardian Angel," which could serve as evidence...
The previous attack was as if it had never happened!
Invisibility? Escaped? Or was it sothing else...
Ronald was contemplating his strategy when suddenly, the sa crushing pressure tearing through the air appeared behind him.
The direction of the attack had changed!
Ronald’s reaction speed was already beyond normal, and even though the attack ca from a blind spot in his vision, he effortlessly adjusted his position and countered with the sword of Saint Catherine.
Swoosh—
Another strike, and blood gushed forth again.
But just like before, the attacker soon vanished into the grey mist without a trace.
"What the hell?"
Ronald had just muttered in annoyance when a new attack appeared.
This ti, the angle chosen by the assailant was even more cunning, from a blind spot behind and below him—Ronald knew it was yet another dangerous attack by just hearing the disturbance in the water.
"Click—"
"Are you trying to outlast ?"
The enemy’s attacks were continuous, but there was nothing among them that he couldn’t handle. With a flick of the sword of Saint Catherine in hand, Ronald thought about the current situation while turning to face the new onslaught.
Pop—
Swipe, swipe, swipe—
The attacks ca in waves, and Ronald quickly noticed sothing—although assaults were coming from every direction, there had not been a single one from directly below.
There, was his skiff where he first appeared.
On further thought, there weren’t these continuous assaults before he chose to take flight.
Although Ronald did not fear combat.
But to be continuously drained by these unclear and relentless attacks would be too irrational.
With a probing thought in mind, Ronald imdiately lowered his position.
The sea was wild with waves, but Ronald wasn’t far away to begin with, so it didn’t take long for him to find the small boat he began with.
This is it!
His eyes brightening, Ronald severed an attacking force while suddenly accelerating towards the boat.
Plop—
His feet landed successfully on the deck.
Almost the next second, Ronald’s guess was confird.
Whatever had been stirring the seawater into towering waves around him disappeared, leaving nothing behind but an even more tumultuous sea.
"..."
In such an eerie scene, Ronald turned around with a frown.
To his right, the sound of the waves seed slightly different from the surrounding noise.
And then Ronald saw it.
In that direction, there was a faint light, approaching closer!
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