"If my speculation is correct, then both we and the Blood Demon and Horror Demon have been deceived by that Demon called Valary. The magical catastrophe hasn’t ended; it has only transitioned to the next stage." Leon clenched his wrist, furrowing his brows tightly.
If this assumption holds, he even feels that the Blood Demon’s power that attacked him that night was not to harm him but to help him arrive in this world, seeking revenge against the demon ally that betrayed them.
He turned to look at Olivia and suddenly asked, "Did you dream about anything while you were sleeping?"
"Dream?" The girl was momentarily dazed and shook her head, "No dreams. Except for that one time in the Capital, I rarely dream. Even if I do, it’s hard to remember the content."
Upon hearing this, Leon nodded slightly.
In that case, the existence in the dream bearing the same name as the ancient name of this star in Rousseau’s mouth... could be the Blood Demon’s disguise.
Or, it might be some extraordinary local entity, perhaps trying to reach out to him as the world transforms into a barren eternal night dead zone.
Could it be a collective consciousness similar to Araiyakshi? Or some alien deity?
But why specifically enter his dream to ask for help?
Because he once defeated the Spirit Realm Demon? Could his reputation possibly travel from the corner of the Western Continent to the Otherworld?
Sitting back in his chair, Leon picked up his pen and continued designing the necessary spell array.
With thoughts clarified, he felt a glimmer of hope in returning home.
Regardless of whether it was the entity calling itself Kleinian or the Blood Demon, whichever brought him forcibly into this world, since they could bring both him and Olivia here, there must be a way to return.
Thinking logically, if you can enter, you can exit.
And it seems both entities believe he can disrupt Demon Valary’s plan, which gives him a chance to negotiate with them.
... First, stabilize the survivor organization he is currently in contact with and leverage their strength to search for traces left by Valary in this world.
Considering the next step of the plan, Leon unknowingly completed a stack of new magical design manuscripts in a few hours. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovєlFіre.net
This isn’t the first time designing new spells. Things like Fireball, Wind Blade, Water Shield—spells from previous life’s artistic works—he often tried to recreate during playful times in Avalon.
Unfortunately, each was flashy but impractical. Similar spells in Lorelette Magic had more mature and useful magic techniques; his flashes of inspiration ultimately couldn’t compare to the refined outcomes of ancient civilizations honed over millennia.
However, the current endeavor, which controls power without harming targets, this group "Magic Absorption Technique" truly hasn’t been found in ancient texts before—perhaps his first original creation?
Leon folded the manuscripts and got up to find Rousseau and Sasha.
Reaching the doorknob, but not yet opening the door, he realized he’d been too focused. In the well-soundproofed military officer’s quarters, he hadn’t noticed the considerable commotion outside—many people gathered in the hallway.
... Has some incident happened?
He looked back at Olivia, knowing that outside noises could never escape his wife’s ears.
"They came earlier, but it seems they bear no hostility," Olivia explained oddly, standing up from next to the bed.
After listening, Leon opened the door with some confusion.
Upon seeing the crowd outside and hearing the humming chants, he understood why Olivia said there was no hostility.
The survivors nearly sealed the door with their bodies, each with hands in a peculiar clasping posture, in a prayer-like stance.
Some even kneeled, whispering prayers.
As the door opened and they saw Leon appear, there was a burst of excitement, and even those standing knelt down...
"...Bringer of light, Suviel, we beseech you to bring us dawn once more...."