"Now, the current situation in the dark area has fallen into an unprecedentedly severe situation, like the stars falling in the endless abyss, darkness and crisis intertwined into a chaotic mist, making it impossible to see through the truth behind it."

The old stone giant, Usa, this archive manager who has been tempered by time and carries countless historical memories, has deep worries on his majestic and vicissitudes of life.

His eyes were like a faint fire in a deep cave, flashing with deep concerns about the future fate of the dark area. "However, although we archive managers, despite having a lot of secrets and knowledge, can only contribute to this crisis in the form of providing information and cannot directly intervene."

As he finished his heavy words, Usa took out a shining crystal from the long-closed pile of classics. The crystal seemed to contain the past and future of the entire dark area. He handed it carefully to the adventurer Brian.

His words were low and firm: "This crystal contains the illusion images we have collected recently about the dark area. It may become the key to revealing the truth and breaking the deadlock."

As soon as the words were finished, the mysterious crystal seemed to be summoned by some ancient power, slowly floating in the air, releasing a faint but breathtaking light.

Usa confirmed again: "Wizlan, the Drow Elf who had wandered on the edge of life and death, has indeed received extraordinary information. At least to date, the clues he provided have not yet failed our trust. Perhaps it is the characters or events mentioned by this Drow Elf that can help you solve the current turbulent mystery of the dark area."

"So, let's get straight to the topic."

Usa stopped talking nonsense, he waved his arm, and an invisible force fluctuated.

In an instant, an ancient sheepskin scroll unfolded, with obscure and mysterious runes on it. They flashed slightly under the dim light, as if they could emerge at any time and turn into entities.

While launching the ceremony to activate the crystal illusion, Usa sent a message to Brian:

"I will try my best to awaken the secret scene in this crystal, and hope that you can see through the true realization of the dark area and find the key to solving all these difficulties."

Brian's eyes were like deep lake water, reflecting the polygonal crystal slowly turning in the faint candlelight. The gem seemed to have life, dancing in the swaying light and shadow.

He nodded slightly, his expression solemn and focused, as if he was facing an ancient secret ceremony.

The candlelight jumped and flickered, and each cluster of brightness was thrown into the surface of the gem without hesitation, interwoven into a complex and dynamic picture.

The reflections of these countless tiny flames weave tens of millions of worlds inside the gems, each of which is tiny, dazzling, like stars falling into the mortal world. No artificially carved gems can match its exquisite microscopic beauty.

However, it was not these dazzling reflection worlds that really shocked Brian.

His eyes were deeply attracted by the vortex of tiny flames in the center of the gem. It was a mysterious and irresistible source of attraction that was constantly pulling him, trying to lead him to the endless abyss of red light deep in the gem.

The exquisiteness and delicateness of this gem are far beyond the limits that any tool in the world can reach. Every light and every angle seems to contain a secret that transcends the laws of matter.

Obviously, this is not a miracle that the gemmaster can create with the carving knife in his hand, but a masterpiece of some kind of magical power, a design that can only be conceived and realized by the legendary hand of ingenious craftsmanship.

Brian was a warning bell in his heart. He knew that he was wandering on the edge of danger. If he was not careful, he would be swallowed by the vortex and sink into the quiet and deep red ocean built by this magical gem, and he would never find his way back.

Soon, he saw an unknown scene through the crystal.

A arrogant and majestic master Zhuoer was wearing a robe carefully woven from mysterious spider silk, with a deep and mysterious glimmer on it.

He waved the staff in his hand, surrounded by a rich magical aura, and cast a powerful summoning spell that had never been seen before.

It was a spell containing the power of darkness and the secrets of the abyss. As his deep singing, a breathtaking pressure filled the entire space.

When the call ceremony gradually came to an end, an indescribable energy fluctuation burst out like a volcano eruption, and a huge net made of the energy of the earth veins appeared in mid-air, squirming violently like a living creature.

Faced with this sudden change, the face of the Zoer, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly distorted, and a hint of panic flashed through his eyes, but he did not retreat because of this, but instead became more fanatical to control the spell.

The mage gritted his teeth and sweat slid down his cold face. He knew that if he was not careful at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, the more he struggled, the more he found that his will and power were being swallowed by the powerful earth energy, and his control over the spell became weaker and weaker until he was completely lost.

Despite this, the mage's persistence did not diminish at all, but instead turned into a kind of almost crazy persistence. Driven by this crazy, the power of the ritual reached its peak, and the energy net suddenly opened beside him, and the cracks stretched and spread like tentacles, greedily tearing the boundaries between reality and nothingness.

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from the crack, followed by a deafening roar. The terrifying demons rushed out of the crack like beasts, rushing to emerge from the crack, with endless malice and the curse of the abyss, instantly breaking the silence of the dark area.

They come from the bottomless abyss and are released into this world by out-of-control magic, bringing a doomsday catastrophe to the already dangerous dark area.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the Drow wizard, like an unpredictable ghost, gradually melted in the group of demons intertwined with chaos and darkness. His pupils, which were originally flashing with cunning and wisdom, were covered by countless chaotic figures of demons dancing wildly.

His figure swept through the evil power unconsciously released, like ink dripping into the sea, disappearing quickly and silently into the abyss of twisted chaos.

At the same time, a cold and magnetic laughter from a female, like the most striking curse in the night, suddenly echoed in Brian's mind.

The laughter is deep and dark, as if it originates from the abyss at the bottom of the universe, wrapped in ancient secrets and endless conspiracies. It cuts through the tranquility like a sharp dagger, reaching the depths of the listener's soul, arousing a burst of chill and shock.
Chapter completed!