While everyone was discussing and analyzing who had set up the fake Storm Eye and why they would do such a thing.
Five floors away from the others, Clark, lying in the basent, finally braced himself against the ground and slowly sat up.
He touched his face and gasped violently.
"Heh..."
The world around him was left with only darkness. He slowly ran his hands over the bridge of his nose but didn't touch his eyes.
Even the eye sockets had disappeared.
Clark's fingers were trembling.
This wasn't simply about losing his eyes.
If he had only lost his eyes, he could make himself grow new ones or transplant them at any ti.
But what he had permanently lost now was one of his five senses—vision.
The very existence of eyes had been permanently erased from his being.
However, now, apart from knowing that he had actively given up his vision and actively erased part of his mories, he couldn't rember anything else.
After a brief emotional fluctuation, Clark cald down again.
He sat on the ground, not in a hurry to get up, but tried to enter a brief sleep to trace his connection with the Wind Sprite.
After a mont, he slowly revealed a smile, thinking, "The connection buried in the Wind Sprite's dream is still there. Just need to be more careful this ti... Must persuade the Chairman to help convince Ophelia to leave. And that Saul... hmm, this incident definitely has sothing to do with him too... I need to find a way to transfer him away..."
The brief failure didn't make Clark give up. He was even already planning his next move.
Becoming a fourth-rank wizard wasn't an easy thing. Planning for hundreds of years was quite normal. If it weren't for the Stargate Council supporting Clark from behind, he wouldn't even think about becoming fourth-rank now.
Similarly, since he had already reached an agreent with Stargate Council Chairman Alick, Clark wouldn't give up on advancent.
He didn't even plan to change targets.
However, just as Clark was reformulating his plan, steady footsteps suddenly appeared.
Clark tilted his head, his brows gradually furrowing.
Before the footsteps appeared at the basent door, he hadn't noticed anything at all.
Not only that, the ntal power and magical fluctuations emanating from the other party were very unfamiliar.
He searched through his mories but couldn't find anything similar...
No, there was one. Although not quite the sa, this aura had once left a deep impression on him!
Clark suddenly stood up, facing the door, syllables slowly escaping from his mouth.
"Gor-sa."
Gorsa still walked forward unhurriedly. As he moved, the shadow behind him gradually rose, extending to the door and slowly sealing the entire entrance.
All light disappeared. Gorsa slowly peeled off the rotting skin from his face, and his deford features gradually recovered, returning to their originally handso appearance.
"I've worn this skin for a long ti. Finally I can take it off."
He changed from a mummy-like wizard to the handso madman of the Glare Family.
It's just that of the people present, one couldn't see and one didn't care.
Gorsa ca before Clark, his voice still gentle without much fluctuation.
"Long ti no see, Clark. When we parted last ti, what were we talking about?"
Clark pressed his lips together and didn't speak.
Gorsa waited a mont, then continued, "Oh, I rember."
He stepped forward, standing beside Clark, close to his ear.
"I said then, if you provoke again, I'll kill you."
In the darkness, Clark's fists instantly clenched.
Clark and Gorsa hadn't seen each other for nearly a hundred years. He had even entered the third rank earlier than Gorsa.
But their experiences when both were second-rank still left an indelible impression on Clark.
He even... was really sowhat afraid of him.
"Gorsa, other third-ranks aren't allowed to enter the Borderland." After a pause, he couldn't help but explain, "Besides, when did I ever provoke you?"
"First question," Gorsa raised one finger, "I'm currently second-rank."
He wasn't lying. At this mont, he was emanating pure dark attribute energy.
Not a trace of Glare Family characteristics could be seen.
"Second question. Didn't you know that Saul is my student?"
Hearing this, Clark knew today wouldn't end well. He imdiately attacked, and milky white shell wind chis suddenly appeared throughout the room.
These wind chis moved without wind while making no sound at all.
In the completely dark room, Gorsa naturally couldn't see them either.
But strangely, Gorsa's form instantly beca a thin black shadow, precisely dodging all the swaying wind chis.
Then, the black shadow suddenly rged into the ground, like a real shadow.
Though there was almost no light, the shadow still existed.
Clark couldn't see Gorsa's movents, but he knew that once he started fighting, the other party definitely wouldn't let it go.
The mont the wind chis appeared, he flew into mid-air, then released extrely pure magical power outward with his current maximum energy.
This magical power was silent and soundless, transforming into a terrifying force the mont it left Clark's spiritual body.
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling..."
The wind chis suddenly rang.
The environnt hadn't changed—still the sa room.
The lighting hadn't changed—still couldn't see anything.
But this place had already changed from reality to a dream.
Clark landed back on the ground. "Now, although I'm injured, you've limited your strength to second-rank. Comparatively, I still have the advantage."
Even in the dream he created, Clark still couldn't see anything.
This was the price of losing vision.
However, Clark had already adapted to days without images. He had begun using other senses and his unique nightmare power to perceive this world.
In his dream, he was the controller of everything.
However, after feeling the feedback from the dream, Clark's mouth pressed tightly together.
He hadn't found any trace of Gorsa's existence.
After thinking for a mont, he said, "This world has no light at all."
The already dim room beca a degree deeper.
"Without light, there is no darkness. In my dream, how can you use the power of darkness?"
Clark suddenly beca sowhat excited.
If he could devour Gorsa...
Even if it would offend the Glare Family, as long as he beca fourth-rank, what did offending them matter?
He could completely establish a new family and thoroughly replace the Glare Family!
However, just as he began to harbor so delusions, Gorsa's voice completely shattered his beautiful dream.
"Interesting. Don't you know... that I am light?"
A beam of light, like a giant searchlight, suddenly shone on Clark's face.
Behind him, a huge elongated shadow appeared simultaneously.
"Light and darkness were never opposites, but symbiotic. If you can't even understand this point, even if you beco fourth-rank, you'll forever be trapped in this world."
Light and shadow simultaneously moved toward the center. The stronger the light, the darker the shadow.
The two actually gradually enveloped Clark together, and the latter only realized what Gorsa was doing just before being completely devoured.
"You actually want to fuse... you're insane!"
Clark imdiately tried to change the dream, but he had already been completely enveloped by Gorsa without realizing it.
Light and darkness suddenly bent and rotated at extrely high speed!
Consciousness, cognition, emotions, and soul energy simultaneously beca a huge whirlpool, completely twisting Clark.
Three minutes later, Gorsa returned to human form, and all the milky white shell wind chis in the room disappeared.
Gorsa clapped his hands together, eyes narrowing, "The simulated abyssal vortex is indeed very powerful."
The sensation was wrong. He looked down to find his hands had actually fused together.
When he forcefully tore them apart, flesh and blood separated with a "rip" sound, falling to the ground.
But they quickly turned into black shadows and re-rged into Gorsa's body.
"Hmm, the side effects are also severe. Polluted by an abyssal aura in such a short ti?"
Gorsa didn't mind, "Then I'll go see a doctor. Conveniently, I know a very capable little fellow."
(End of Chapter)
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