An Investigation from the Eternal Night

Chapter 222 An Investigation from the Eternal Night

"How is this possible?!"

Aji also looked bewildered.

Black Reef Island is at least 500 kilometers away from Erbin Island, how could it be that far?!

Kahn, having regained his senses, looked at Aji.

"Why do you have a bracelet on your wrist?"

Aji suddenly looked down at his right wrist.

Sure enough, an antique bracelet he had never seen before was quietly encircling his wrist.

The bracelet is made of neither gold nor wood, and has a dark blue color. It is engraved with ancient patterns that are somewhat similar to the mark, but more intricate.

It felt warm to the touch, as if connected to his bloodline, and he could even feel a faint pulse that resonated with the Black Reef Island beneath his feet.

"I—I don't know!"

Aji's voice was filled with astonishment.

"Not before! Was it—was it when we passed through that darkness?"

He tried to recall, but all that remained of the memory was the chaos of struggling to survive and the momentary feeling of weightlessness as he passed through an invisible membrane.

Kahn leaned closer for a closer look, his expression growing increasingly serious: "This material—I've never seen anything like it before."

But the pattern is very similar in style to the murals in the mine and the mark on your arm!

Just as Kahn was about to ask more questions, Aji's expression changed.

"This bracelet is filled with—filled with—Dark Blood Cores!"

Erbin Island, formerly the core area of ​​the mining area, is now the edge of a broken abyss.

Led by Mochamo, the Silent Forest Black Wizards, and Led by Lofi, the Eternal Tower White Wizards stood in two distinct groups at the edge of the massive pit.

Looking down at the void below, where chaotic spatial energy still lingered, and at the surrounding landforms that had been completely annihilated and crystallized, everyone's expressions were extremely solemn.

"Based on the final direction of the 'Pulse Compass' and the tracing back of residual energy,"

Lofi held a complex instrument made of starlight and crystal in his hands, his voice clear and calm.

The energy signal of the "Dark Blood Core" did not dissipate at the last moment of the spatial collapse, but rather—rapidly contracted.

It contracted, and then, along with the life signals of the two miners, it jumped to unknown coordinates.

She raised her head and looked at Mochamo, whose face was ashen: "Lord Mochamo, based on all the observation data and analysis from our Eternal Tower, we can draw a conclusion!"

On Erbin Island, there are no longer any physical entities or detectable energy remnants of the "Dark Blood Core".

It, along with the two miners, truly vanished.

The air pressure around Mochamo was terrifyingly low, and shadows slithered beneath his feet like venomous snakes.

He paid a huge price, even tolerating the White Wizard's interference, only to end up with this result!

The Darkblood Core is gone!

Sorge has disappeared, Dila is seriously injured, and the plan has completely failed!

"Disappearance? Leap?"

Mochamo's voice seemed to be squeezed out from a crack in the ice.

"Can you pinpoint where they went? Even just a general direction?"

Lofi shook his head and put away the compass: "The trajectory of the spatial jump has been disrupted by an older and more powerful force, making it impossible to track the specific coordinates."

They could only vaguely sense that they might have fallen into some kind of fragmented plane—"attached to the main world, yet relatively independent"—or "ancient sealed land."

She paused, then added, "This is the only reasonable explanation at present; otherwise, there's no way to explain why all the spells tracking the core itself have completely failed."

Mochamo clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Fragmented dimensions? Ancient seals? This is like finding a needle in a haystack!

"Lord Mochamo!"

A dark wizard stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

"We tried every tracking technique, including tracking the miners' remaining scent, but—all clues were completely severed at the point of spatial collapse. It's as if—someone deliberately erased all traces."

Mochamo's gaze suddenly swept towards Lofi and the white wizard behind her.

Did the White Wizard do something?

Or is it that seemingly ordinary miner, or the "Dark Blood Core" itself, that possesses this ability?

He suppressed the urge to immediately turn hostile; His Majesty Schick wanted results, not pre-arranged deals.

He spoke coldly, "In that case, expand the search area!"

Use all resources to search for any recent unusual spatial fluctuations and energy responses in the Boers Islands!

I don't believe they can hide forever!

"yes!"

His black wizards responded in unison.

Lofi bowed slightly as well: "The Tower of Eternity will continuously monitor the macroscopic energy channels, and will share any findings promptly."

She appeared cooperative, but she knew in her heart that what the tower master Monet truly cared about was probably no longer the core itself, but the "key" that could resonate with the core.

Her secret team will search along a completely different trail.

Mochamo took one last look at the bottomless, broken abyss, snorted coldly, and turned to leave, his shadow thick with darkness.

His black wizards, like crows blending into the night, followed silently and quickly disappeared into the desolate wilderness of Erbin Island.

Amidst the ruins and pervasive dust.

Only a lingering, angry, and restless magical aftershock remained in the air.

The white wizard's party did not linger.

Lofi nodded slightly in the direction Mochamo had left, fulfilling the formality of politeness. Then she raised her hand, and soft white light shone from beneath her and her companions' feet, transforming into flowing runes.

With a flash of light, their figures vanished like mist carried away by a gentle breeze, leaving behind only a trace of pure and tranquil magical energy, incongruous with the surrounding desolate landscape.

A moment later, on the massive ship of the Silent Forest.

Mochamo's figure materialized in the swirling shadows as he roughly shooed away several subordinates who tried to step forward to report the specific losses.

He was the only one left in the cabin, along with the communication crystals that were suspended in mid-air and trembling slightly.

"Fragmented Dimensions — Ancient Seal —"

He pondered Lofi's words repeatedly, a cold glint in his eyes.

He absolutely refused to believe that the White Wizard would be so honest. That woman named Lofi, and Monet behind her, must be hiding crucial information or have other schemes.

"You want to use me as a pawn, to lure me into aimless searches so you can carry out your plans covertly?"

Mochamo sneered, gathering a wisp of dark energy at his fingertips and slowly tracing it across the largest communication crystal.

"It's not that easy."

Ripples spread across the crystal surface, revealing several blurry yet strangely cold and powerful silhouettes.

"Activate Shadow Web!"

Mochamo's voice was deep and filled with murderous intent.

"Target: All personnel dispatched to the Tower of Eternity, especially Lofi and his direct squad. I need to know the movements of each of them and the records of every energy fluctuation."

At the same time, use our hidden agents near the "Eye of the Vortex" to keep an eye out for any White Wizards who come into contact with the "Ship of Sighs".

"Yes, Lord Mochamo!"

The figures within the crystal responded in unison, then vanished.

Mochamo stood alone in the shadows, once again toying with the black dagger in his hand.

He cannot place all his hopes on casting a wide net; he must have his own trump card.

His gaze drifted into the depths of the hall, where several forbidden artifacts from the ancient heritage of the "Silent Forest" were enshrined; perhaps—

It's time to use them, even if it comes at a great cost.

Meanwhile, on the ship of the Eternal Tower, in a quiet room filled with star charts and crystal balls.

Lofi's figure appeared in the soft light.

She waved her hand and set up several barriers to block detection, then took out a seemingly ordinary silver mirror with moonstone inlaid on its edges.

"Tower Master."

She called out softly to the mirror.

The mirror surface rippled like water, revealing Monet's serene face.

"How is it, Lophie?"

"As you expected, Mochamo doesn't believe our story, and he will definitely use the dark methods of the Silent Forest to monitor and retaliate."

The clues to Erbin Island have indeed been completely severed, and the trajectory of the "Dark Blood Core" and the "Key" has been obscured by a force far beyond our comprehension.

Lophie reported, her tone calm.

"It's alright."

Monet's voice came through the mirror, carrying a calm and confident air.

"Let him do what he wants. The more he focuses on tracking the core and guarding against us, the more advantageous it is for our real operations."

"What should we do next?" Lophie asked.

"Your team, as planned, was to proceed to the vicinity of the Eye of the Vortex under the guise of researching spatial anomalies."

The spatial structure there is fragile, and there are numerous historical records of fragmented dimensions overlapping with reality, making it one of the more likely areas.

Monet pointed out.

"Remember, your main task is not to find the core, but to sense the unique life ripples of the key." Use the "Reflection of the Heart Lake" to avoid Mochamo's eyes and ears, and wait patiently.

Since the "key" and the core have chosen that young man, they will inevitably take action. That faint resonance is the opportunity for us to find them.

"clear."

Lofi nodded solemnly.

"Also—" Monet pondered for a moment.

"Beware the 'Ship of Sighs.' They too are searching for the 'Key,' and their methods are unpredictable."

Avoid direct conflict unless absolutely necessary, but also be aware of any unknown connections between them and Mochamo.

"Yes."

The mirror's shimmer faded, and calm returned.

Lofi put away the silver mirror, walked to the star map in the quiet room, and focused his gaze on the area marked "Abyss of Sinking Bones," his eyes deep and focused.

Black Reef Island, in a quiet room converted from a natural cave.

Erm, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes!

His long, gray hair moved without wind, and his face showed a look of surprise and uncertainty.

A clear ripple appeared in the serene magic surrounding him, which shared the same origin as the island beneath his feet.

"This is—a spatial fluctuation? And it's so sudden and intense!"

He muttered to himself, his thin fingers rapidly tracing patterns in front of him. Several simple runes made of reef powder and seashell fragments floated up, emitting a faint light, pointing towards the southeastern coastline of the island.