Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1075: Section 1076: Unstable Spatial Energy  

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“Could it really be her?” Fafnir muttered lowly to herself. Baltica had exchanged Binaqionse’s dragon scale with this human, but why? Was it simply because he bore the Flame Mark of Odeclass? Or was it, perhaps, simply to disgust her?

The matters between her, Odeclass, and Binaqionse were known by not a few in the Abyss. Given that Baltica had a history with Binaqionse, using this to disgust her wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

Fafnir sneered coldly.

However, what the others apparently didn’t know was that by allowing Angel to return Binaqionse’s dragon scale to Odeclass, she had already made her stance clear.

This single dragon scale signified nothing.

Fafnir didn’t speak further, which allowed Angel to sigh with relief. Previously when Baltica had given him the scale, he had been told that if ever he had to return the scale to Odeclass, he should try his best not to let Fafnir know.

Now that he had been forced to take it out, he was indeed somewhat uneasy. But from what he could tell for now, Lady Fafnir didn’t seem to care as much as Baltica had said.

This eased Angel’s mind.

Seeing that Lucia was still immersed in the Rhythm of Water, Angel placed Toby aside and, holding Binaqionse’s dragon scale in his other hand, tried to use the method Lucia had spoken of to extend the Icebound Hex.

As soon as Binaqionse’s dragon scale was placed on the ice sphere, a misty hoarfrost formed on the smooth surface of the scale. This vapor directly continued onto the Icebound Hex, and with the emergence of a strange power, the somewhat faded ice sphere suddenly began to frost over again.

“It really works!” Angel’s eyes lit up.

But soon, Angel noticed something off. Although the ice sphere began frosting over again, the speed of the frosting was incredibly slow. He had to watch for several minutes to confirm that frostation was happening, but it was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

According to Lucia’s previous explanation, once the ice sphere was completely covered in frost, the Icebound Hex would naturally last longer. However, this pace was much slower than Angel had anticipated.

He estimated that it would take at least a day and a half for the frosting to completely finish.

Fortunately, the speed of frosting should be enough to finish before the previous Icebound Hex dissipated.

Angel reached out his hand, intending to store the ice sphere in his bracelet. Just as his hand neared the ice sphere, he suddenly felt a mysterious power surrounding it.

As Angel was wondering what was going on, a water-blue gem on the roof suddenly shattered.

The fragmented pieces scattered and drifted down from the roof.

This water-blue gem had been used by Canaan to decorate the shop. It used to glow with a bright blue light, and now, crushed into powder, the dust twinkled as it fell, seeming quite dreamy and beautiful at first glance.

Unfortunately, Angel was in no mood to appreciate it. He quickly created an ice wall to block the falling fragments, and only once he was sure no more fragments were falling did his gaze turn to Lucia on the opposite side.

Thankfully, the earlier commotion hadn’t woken Lucia from her journey of experience.

Relieved at not having disturbed the guest, Angel still couldn’t help but wonder why the water-blue gem had suddenly exploded.

As he tried to recall carefully, it seemed that it was when he intended to pick up Tobias’s Icebound Hex sphere that a mysterious power surged out, causing the gemstone above to break. Could it have been an effect of energy overflow during convergence?

“Could it really be an intact dragon scale with no energy loss?” Fafnir’s voice reached Angel’s ears at this moment.

Pondering, Angel asked Fafnir, “My Lady, it seems there is a mysterious power wrapped around the Icebound Hex. What is that about?”

“Binaqionse is recorded in the Abyssal Dragon lineage as the most powerful Frost Dragon. Its power can easily freeze space,” Fafnir said, and as she spoke, she involuntarily recalled the huge figure with frost-white scales. Binaqionse’s strength was unquestionable, even dominating its entire generation. No Abyssal Dragon dared challenge Binaqionse until Odeclass appeared.

Fafnir paused for a long time, her mind continuously replaying those past images, filled with jealousy and a mix of nostalgia and sorrow.

After quite a while, she finally snapped back to reality and continued speaking to Angel, “This dragon scale has not expended any energy, it appears Baltica has preserved it well. With its full energy capacity, the power within this scale, while not enough to freeze space, is sufficient to affect the surrounding Power of Space.”

Simply put, the mysterious power that had previously swirled around the Icebound Hex was actually the energy of the unstable space affected by the powerful force of frost.

Angel’s strength was too low to detect it, but Fafnir could clearly see the continuously distorting light and shadow around the Icebound Hex; it was like the unnatural spatial mirages at the edges of a flame where it burns.

“Then, does this have any effect on the Icebound Hex?” Angel’s first concern, of course, was still Toby.

“No effect,” Fafnir said nonchalantly. “Unstable spaces are common in the Abyss, like the Twilight Mountains in the outer world, most of which are unstable. Only the Wind Whisper Valley, where I reside, is somewhat more stable.”

“That power that surged out earlier…”

“That was just an accident. If you’re worried about more power seeping out, you could use a stable energy to influence it.”

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The so-called stable energy, what Fafnir referred to was energy like spiritual power, but Angel certainly didn’t have the formidable spiritual power that Fafnir possessed. If he used Spirit Tentacles to connect with the Icebound Hex, it would likely not be long before the Spirit Tentacles would be severed.

In the end, Angel, with a small trick of alchemy—the Hand of Magic—successfully resolved the problem.

However, after solving this, Angel discovered another serious problem.

“Lord Fafnir, didn’t you say there wasn’t any impact?” Angel looked at Fafnir bitterly, with the ice ball grasped by the Hand of Magic hovering in mid-air, rising and falling, with an aura of frost scattering.

“Isn’t this perfectly normal?” Fafnir said, “The spatial energy around the Icebound Hex has been affected. It’s quite normal that it can’t be packed under unstable conditions.”

Angel glanced at the ice ball, then at his own bracelet, a look of helplessness on his face.

He had originally planned to put the ice ball into the bracelet until the frost settled. But now Fafnir had told him, it was impossible to fit into the bracelet!

If he forced it, it would also cause the space within his bracelet to completely collapse.

So, what should he do now? Could he just keep holding it?

“Once the continuation of the Icebound Hex is successful, the surrounding space will naturally stabilize,” said Fafnir with a cold mockery. “How is it that you can’t even wait that long?”

Angel kept quiet. If it was a day and a half, then so be it. Just as Nya had said, he should stay in the Misty Cabin and not go out, and with Fafnir here, safety should not be an issue. Once he had endured this day and a half, it wouldn’t matter whether the martial law in Lassudral was lifted or not—he could always take the inner layers and detour back to Ice Valley if necessary.

Angel carefully controlled the Hand of Magic, making Toby’s ice ball hover over his right shoulder, appearing like an added floating accessory.

It wasn’t long before Aoluxiya woke up.

Or rather, Aoluxiya had always been awake, dividing its consciousness in two, with the superconsciousness immersed in the ocean rhythm, and the subconscious staying in the outside world, ready to react to any danger.

However, after waking up, Aoluxiya realized what a stupid thing it had done.

Aoluxiya was not a demon, so it was not subject to the so-called single attribute restrictions of demons. Although it possessed the fire attribute, its fire actually had some characteristics of frost.

That is to say, it possessed a portion of the Power of Water System, and the Rhythm of Water actually affected it.

However, the benefits from this journey of experience weren’t that great for it.

But it was entirely because of its own doing, as it had divided its consciousness in two. The superconsciousness entered the ocean rhythm, which allowed it to sense the intense Rhythm of Water around it and constantly washed over its consciousness. However, after all, it was just the superconsciousness, so the things it realized were quite limited.

If it had, as Angel previously suggested, not resisted, and completely let its consciousness enter the ocean rhythm, to enjoy and experience this journey, its gains would have been much greater than they were now.

“Honorable Lord Aoluxiya, the journey of experience has now ended,” Angel said with the usual tone.

Aoluxiya felt some regret and looked at Angel with somewhat complicated eyes, “A fine experience… Is this the alchemical creation of human wizards?”

Angel’s use of the Rhythm of Water had obviously not escaped Aoluxiya’s notice.

“You could say that,” Angel nodded.

“Do you have any plans to sell it?”

Angel shook his head, “I have no intention of selling it for the time being.”

Aoluxiya did not say anything about this, glancing at Fafnir who was sitting beside Angel and giving a noncommittal nod.

Angel was well aware that if it wasn’t for the presence of Fafnir allowing him to leverage power beyond his own, Aoluxiya would probably have openly snatched it by now.

“In that case, let’s leave it at that,” Aoluxiya stood up, looking out the window, the Flame Mark in the sky growing ever more distinct, indicating that the birth of the Primeval Flame was drawing nearer.

Withdrawing its gaze from the sky, Aoluxiya glanced at the grove of trees outside the shop, where the bobbing shadow of the young fire demon was very conspicuous.

“Lord Fafnir, I shall take my leave. Should Binaqionse see a day of resurrection, I will follow the trail to find you,” said Aoluxiya, pausing for a moment before turning to Angel.

Angel hadn’t expected that Aoluxiya would also say goodbye to him upon leaving.

“You’re called… Angel, right? I’ve remembered your name,” Aoluxiya reached out and gently lifted the porcelain mask halfway, “I hope to meet you again. Next time, I hope your intentions might have changed.”

Aoluxiya left, and in Angel’s mind flashed the half face revealed as it departed.

That half face still did not reveal its looks, but the eyes, a deep emerald flame, were deeply etched into his memory.