Ron was surprised to find that he could feel the presence of his body.
The warmth of sunlight on his skin, the flow of air in his lungs, the beating of his heart... everything felt so real.
"I... I’m back?"
He couldn’t believe it, could all this just be a dream?
Those mories of the Black Mist Jungle and the Wizard World, were they just an illusion he had on Earth?
Just as he was bewildered, a familiar figure walked towards him.
"You blockhead! Hurry ho."
His father’s irritable voice was just as he rembered it.
"Dinner’s ready." His mother’s simple words gradually cald his heart.
Ron wanted to move forward but suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His gaze was involuntarily drawn to a strange phenonon in the sky.
In that azure sky, two celestial bodies that should not be there were slowly moving.
The solitary silver light of the "Hermit Star" and the purple-black cloud of the "Annihilation Cluster" were approaching along a specific trajectory, almost forming a perfect geotric arrangent.
"How is this possible..." he whispered in shock, "This is Earth, how can the star alignnt of the Wizard World appear?"
In an instant, Ron’s mind beca extraordinarily clear, and he realized that none of this was real.
The joy of reunion, the familiar scenes, were all part of a ticulously constructed illusion realm.
Ron’s alertness was fully activated, and the effect of "Star Dew Morning Glow" began to manifest:
His spiritual perception beca exceptionally sharp, able to detect the energy fluctuations behind the illusion, and even sense the breathing rhythm of that enormous entity.
At the mont this understanding ford, a terrifying change occurred in the sky.
The once azure sky gradually darkened, no, it was not simply darkening, but being occupied by so indescribable "existence".
Neither cloud nor fog, nor any visible matter, but a distortion, a "nothingness" that defied natural laws.
People looked up at the sky; their expressions changed from confusion to fear, and finally solidified into despair.
The once blue firmant began to twist and tear, revealing an endless blackness behind it.
It was not simply the disappearance of light, but an utter "void", a state of existence that exceeded understanding and defied natural laws.
Ti seed to cease flowing, all people and objects frozen in place, only Ron remained conscious.
The next mont, horror descended.
Countless black, twisted "tentacles" descended from the sky, each larger than even the mightiest mountain.
When the first "tentacle" touched the ground, the entire planet began to tremble.
The land fractured layer by layer, breaking like glass;
Tall buildings collapsed in an instant, turning to powder;
The ocean surged and boiled, forming towering waves;
Distant mountains lted and twisted, like candles lted by a fla...
More terrifyingly, those "tentacles" began to "lick" the surface of the planet.
With each "lick", large areas, along with all life forms within them, were "erased".
—Erased from existence entirely, as if they had never appeared.
Ron watched helplessly as his parents and friends were "erased" before his eyes, they didn’t even have ti to scream, disappearing just like that from reality.
The city was "eaten" piece by piece, the land "peeled away" layer by layer.
The entire planet was like a tiny candy being continuously "licked" by an unnaable "tongue".
He felt an unprecedented fear and helplessness.
In the face of such an existence, any resistance seed so insignificant.
Even his most powerful magic and most exquisite sword skills were no more effective than an ant trying to shake a tree before such an existence.
When the Earth was "licked" down to its core, the enormous "mouth" that transcended all dinsions finally revealed itself completely.
It seed to exist simultaneously in countless dinsions, with each perspective showing a completely different form.
Ron, along with the Earth’s remnants, was swallowed into that "mouth".
An indescribable terror overwheld him.
He felt the Earth... along with himself, being slowly and ticulously chewed.
It was a total disintegration, with every atom, every proton, and every quark being split, absorbed, assimilated.
The sound of "crunching" echoed in Ron’s consciousness.
He could "hear" the final struggles of every life, the final dissipation of every form of matter, the last dispersal of every piece of energy...
The pain beca unprecedentedly clear.
It was a deeper essence of tearing than re physical pain, like a soul being dissolved bit by bit, consciousness being dismantled inch by inch.
No, this was not an illusion, but a more complex existence—a possibility, a prelude, a warning.
The "Devourer" was showing him the process of a planet being devoured, but the purpose was not to intimidate, but rather so incomprehensible "teaching".
Like a teacher demonstrating an experint to a student, the "Devourer" was conveying so sort of ssage to Ron in the most direct way.
This pain went beyond Ron’s limits of endurance, almost annihilating his consciousness entirely.
At this desperate mont, the special talent and skills within Ron’s body suddenly activated.
The traits of "Dual Soul" began to function, dispersing the tearing pain between two souls;
The "Sun’s Protection" ford a faint layer of protection on the level of consciousness.
Although it was difficult to withstand such a level of attack, it could at least slow down the disintegration of his soul.
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