Ron slowly raised the magic sword in his hand, the silver blade flickering with an eerie sheen under the blood-red glow of the Abyss.
The surface of the sword flowed with wave-like patterns, each pulse perfectly synchronized with the heartbeat of the wielder.
The remaining legions - the remnants of "Void Devour," "Flesh Fusion," and the survivors of "Dinsional Rift" - began to regroup after a brief shock.
Though these Abyssal warriors were accustod to various terrifying sights, the aura emitted by Ron still instilled an unprecedented unease in them.
It was a threat beyond conventional understanding, an instinctual fear akin to facing a natural enemy.
Within the vast cathedral body of Delir, hundreds of imprisoned souls began to stir restlessly.
Those once devout religious individuals ceased their usual wailing, instead muttering a sound akin to reverent whispers.
"It’s truly terrifying..."
Delir’s green fire eyes stared fixedly on the figure at the center of the battlefield, the bell within his chest growing urgent and irregular:
"That aura... neither purely wizard power nor standard Abyss awakening, reminds of the ’Balance Destroyer’ ntioned in ancient prophecies..."
Throughout the ages, Delir had seen related records in certain forbidden scriptures.
They were about a legendary being capable of breaking the natural opposition between wizards and the Abyss, blending two completely different power systems into one.
But those records described it as a theoretical possibility, with no one ever truly achieving such a fusion.
"If it truly is..."
Delir’s mind began rapidly analyzing the potential consequences of this transformation:
"The appearance of this being will completely rewrite the balance of power between the Abyss and the main world.
Both wizards and Abyssal creatures will face an unprecedented threat."
On Kro’s ti-worn face, an unprecedentedly solemn expression erged as well.
As an observer of ti, his perception extended to far-reaching future branches.
"I saw..."
His voice ca as if from the depths of the river of ti, haunted by a tremble akin to fear:
"Countless tilines began to diverge dramatically after that being appeared.
In so branches, the entire Abyss power structure was completely rewritten;
In others, the boundary between the main world and the Abyss vanished; and in so branches..."
Kro paused for a mont, the cracks of ti blinking furiously around him:
"In others, not even I can discern the outco.
Ti itself becos blurred in the face of those possibilities, seemingly disrupted by a force beyond ti."
Ron saw the enemies regrouping, and the magic sword in his hand began undergoing subtle transformations.
The silver blade flowed like liquid, reshaping its form.
The blade gradually elongated and slimd, with tallic fluid redistributed to form a more elegant and lethal arc contour.
The guard extended into a streamlined arc structure, both aesthetic and practical, perfectly protecting the wielder’s hand.
The end of the sword handle began to grow supple strings.
These were invisible strings made purely of energy.
Each string was directly linked to the wielder’s spiritual power, allowing precise adjustnt based on intent.
"Child, this transformation..."
Nari’s voice rose from the depths of consciousness, carrying a clear note of concern:
"Will it consu too much of your spiritual power? Mother feels your consciousness waves are vibrating intensely..."
As Mother, she could keenly detect subtle changes in the "child’s" state.
Though outwardly stable, the deep consciousness structure was indeed under imnse pressure.
"Don’t worry, Mother."
Ron’s response remained calm and confident, but his tone also carried a warm soothing note:
"This is the natural evolution of power, the magic sword is adapting to the form I truly need.
This pressure is within a bearable range and will gradually lessen as the adaptation process completes."
He didn’t hide the fact that he was indeed under pressure, but neither did he exaggerate the danger.
This honest communication thod instead made Nari feel more at ease.
Upon completion of the transformation, Ron held in his hand a magic sword that had already transford into a uniquely shaped longbow.
The bow was entirely silver, the surface flowing with energy patterns as brilliant as a stardust river.
The bowstring was condensed from pure magic power, shimring faintly in the air.
The entire weapon exuded an elegant yet lethal beauty, like a special ritual instrunt used by the ancient Elf King.
Facing the regrouped "Void Devour" legion, Ron slowly drew the energy string.
These strange beings from the ninth layer lived by devouring reality, each individual was a walking incarnation of void.
Their attack thod was extrely terrifying, able to turn everything they touched into absolute nothingness, leaving no trace of existence.
But it was precisely this pure evil nature that made them the perfect target for the "Hunting Evil" skills.
Ron began utilizing the technical principles of the Ring of Brilliance, but the application thod underwent a fundantal change.
It was no longer about creating flying light birds, but directly condensing light elents into arrow shapes.
When the bowstring was fully drawn, an arrow made entirely of light ford on the string.
The arrow was fully transparent, with energy like liquid stars flowing inside it, emitting a pure aura that made all evil beings tremble.
"Go."
Ron released the bowstring.
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