Ronald clicked his tongue, his expression somewhat helpless.
There wasn’t much he could do about Bapulor’s extreme emotions. With a snap of his fingers, the power of the "Archangel" came into effect immediately.
After the explosion, the airflow and the chaotic phenomena were already subsiding.
Uncontrolled spells, when faced with the actively deployed abilities of Ronald, were promptly cleared away, leaving an empty area.
The darkness could pose an obstacle.
But it could not hinder the sight of Ronald and Bapulor.
Above the pitch-black sea, where little William had once been, a bizarrely shaped thing had taken the place of the original cult magician.
It was an entity composed of straight lines, with the outlines of a human form.
Where the head of a human should have been, there was an inwardly concave triangle in the center, appearing to be an organ for observing the world.
Besides that, the thing was entirely black.
Without merging any extraneous...
No, calling it black was somewhat inaccurate.
Ronald’s exceptional senses, far beyond those of ordinary people, gave him a vague feeling he couldn’t ignore when he studied the thing carefully.
— This blackness was not a color.
— Rather, this material had a special devouring action towards light.
— That’s why its true color could not be discerned.
Especially with the hint from the power of "Fury."
Ever since this thing appeared, the spell of the "Divine Comedy - Hell" showed no response at all, ruling out the possibility that it was a transformation of little William.
So the cult magician realized he could not win.
He killed himself and destroyed the original text, and then summoned this thing?
What kind of trouble could it bring to him and Bapulor?
"What... what is this thing?"
While Ronald was still pondering and scrutinizing, Bapulor’s approach was more straightforward.
He drew out one of his tentacles and whipped it directly toward the black object.
The thick tentacle slapped onto the black object.
And then... then the thing vanished!
The seemingly mysterious and enigmatic appearance had no effect at all; it was instantly destroyed by the tentacle, with not even a trace left in the air.
The thing for which little William exchanged his death and the original text.
Was such a dud the result?
Or was there some kind of effect or phenomenon they were unaware of, now present before them?
Ronald’s combat instincts told him.
Not to trust what happened before his eyes.
"This guy, little William this guy!"
"Did he really fail in constructing the spell at the end?"
Ronald continued to be on guard, but Bapulor had his own opinion.
He immediately assumed he had won the victory of the night and began to laugh heartily above the sea surface.
A few more seconds passed, the laughter of the cult sorcerer leader began to die down.
Dissatisfaction and complaints then appeared on his face:
"Damn thing, such a waste."
"A fine original text, and you just destroyed it !"
As he spoke, Bapulor flew to the spot where little William had been, thrusting his massive tentacles into the water and stirring fiercely.
When he was certain there was nothing else to find.
Bapulor withdrew his tentacles and his body also began to transform back into a human form:
"Ronald, shall we go back?"
Ronald, still uneasy, asked:
"Bapulor, do you really think little William’s spell failed?"
"I’m not too sure," Bapulor silently watched Ronald for a while before he finally began to explain.
"Ronald, you’re just scaring yourself."
"Although young William is powerful enough, no one can be flawless forever. And when such an ill-fated reality comes before us, there’s only one way out—death."
"Let’s go, we’ve finished our goal for tonight."
"If we continue to stay here, who knows whether those who fled back to Springs will cause trouble!"
Although Bapulor had some issues with his mind, it didn’t change the fact that his words made some sense. Finally, after scanning the water surface and confirming that there was no trace of magic fluctuations,
Ronald nodded and said, "Okay then, let’s ..."
Mid-sentence, Ronald suddenly stopped.
His gaze settled on a patch of seawater illuminated by the moonlight. A few seconds later, he abruptly looked up and then realised something utterly incomprehensible.
—The moon in the sky.
A triangular celestial body?
Ronald knew that the universe was full of wonders, but he had never heard of a moon shaped .
Not to mention he was very certain about one thing.
During the battle just moments ago, the moon had been round!
Confronted with a scene he had never encountered before, Ronald wasn’t sure how to deal with it. His doubtful eyes turned to Bapulor, who was still oblivious, and he immediately asked,
"Bapulor, look up there!"
The cultist magician on the sea was straightforward.
He obligingly looked up as Ronald instructed and likewise saw the triangular moon.
It took a moment for Bapulor to register what he was seeing.
He turned his head quickly toward Ronald, then back to the sky, and then around at their surroundings, repeating these movements several times before he suddenly came to his senses, with a tone of skepticism, he asked Ronald,
"Ronald, is the moon triangular?"
Ronald responded earnestly,
"If I’m not mistaken, it should be round."
At that moment, Ronald and Bapulor no longer needed to communicate.
The fact in front of them spoke for everything.
The hidden card that young William had stirred up with the Original and his life, hadn’t failed at all.
The situation Ronald and Bapulor were currently facing,
Was the highest manifestation of the opponent’s success!
At this point, even moving seemed daunting to them.
After all, they knew nothing of young William’s Original and had no clue about what the changes entailed.
So, they just stiffly hovered in the air for a few minutes.
Watching the sea with no changes and no strange creatures attacking them, Bapulor took the initiative to ask,
"Ronald, what do you think we should do?"
A bitter smile appeared on Ronald’s face,
"Whether it’s the ’Scholarly Study Society’ or the ’Church,’ even the most professional ’Investigation Bureau,’ I haven’t seen any record or method to deal with something ."
Faced with Ronald’s response.
The cult magician blinked and then sincerely said,
"I have to say, neither have I."
Looking at Bapulor, Ronald couldn’t help feeling frustrated.
Nevertheless, he suppressed the helplessness in his heart and took the initiative to suggest,
"Even so, we can’t just sit here and wait."
"How about... we go check the shore?"