Ethan's POV
"At that moment, I had realized that they were Heaven Connection beings as the ability of aura extension was an exclusive trait to those who stood at the pinnacle of power in the Agate Star World.
Their innate aura expansion abilities caused widespread destruction in the surroundings and destroyed all the forest and beasts. The man with the wolf tattoo suddenly crossed his arms in front of his chest and a primal wolf howl erupted from his mouth.
I concluded on the spot that this howl was most likely connected to the ominous wolf tattoo on his back.
His howl combined with the cloudy grey aura surrounding him and transformed into an expanding circular grey shockwave.
It swept through the never-ending crimson gales emerging from the figure hidden in the red cloud and the tornadoes that erupted all around him."
I took a breather and calmed my mind due to the chaos that had erupted inside my thoughts while remembering that fight again. A conjecture rose in my mind in response to the disorientation I felt in my senses.
It's most likely that at my current power, I can't even handle recalling and explaining that battle in detail. My head hurts...
A sharp pain throbbed in my temples, especially when I focused on remembering their cloudy grey, and crimson auras. But I continued as it was manageable.
I looked at Virelle who had a concerned expression upon seeing my reddened eyes but I smiled to dispel her worries.
"The crimson tornadoes closing in on the wolf-tattooed man obliterated the entire landscape and forested terrain of that island, and he resisted it with his ring-like greyish aura barrier.
Crackling lightning and fire erupted against the backdrop of the setting sun when their auras clashed in the sky but they abruptly vanished and reappeared as streaks that were undetectable to my senses."
I wryly smiled to show my inadequacy but I continued.
"In one of their clashes, the largest mountain on the island was destroyed entirely, and just as I thought I had seen everything imaginable, something unexpected happened."
"What?" Virelle inquired with her curiosity piqued to the limit.
I didn't keep her in suspense for long.
"They simultaneously attacked with what I can only conclude were their ultimate moves. The wolf tattoo on the man's back abruptly separated, merged with his aura, and manifested into a giant howling wolf head that seemed as though it would swallow the entire moon.
It left silvery white trails in the backdrop of the setting sun and was very beautiful but deadly at the same time.
Just as I thought the blood cloud from where the sharp crimson gales and tornadoes originated would be torn apart and devoured by the wolf head, a gigantic and shining blood sword erupted from it. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire
It moved with such ferocity that the whole world seemed to tremble before its might. I could only describe it as The Divine Punishment Sword. But..."
I sighed and was about to continue when she interrupted me.
"But what? Who won?" Her eyes shone with urgency and I could sense something different in the burning desire that she showed in her expression. Suddenly, I had a feeling that there was something underlying in her excited expression.
"But the moment they were about to collide, the memory fragment was abruptly cut off, and my consciousness was once again embraced by all-consuming darkness."
Her face deflated at my response and seeing her disappointed expression, I smiled but shared my speculation afterwards.
"I believe the man with the wolf-like claws and powers was a member of the werewolf race, and the figure opposite him is obvious—I don't need to explain it to you."
"Yeah, Brother Ethan, you guessed it right. The man who you described is indeed a member of the werewolf race but not just any member. He is most likely one of the kings of the royal family of the werewolf race who are also known as the Howling Moon Werewolves."
"And the other figure..." I asked, though I already had a rough idea.
"You guessed it right. I don't know their exact identity but I suspect they were one of the prestigious dukes of the Sangrial family who existed in the past.
You might not know this but The Blood Sword is a hallmark of the Sangrials. Based on your description of the giant blood sword, I can confirm with almost full certainty that they were one of the dukes of the Sangrial family."
A curious doubt nagged at me as soon as she finished.
"Why do you think they were a previous duke? Couldn't they be the current duke herself?" I asked with a mysterious smile.
Realization dawned on her face as my words sank in.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Yes, that's certainly possible. But I haven't heard of Master having any battles with a Howling Moon King of the werewolves. That's one reason I didn't consider Master as one of them."
I smiled at her conclusion and offered my opinion.
"What if no one ever knew about such a battle but in reality, it happened?" I was spouting pure bullshit wildly, but I wanted to appear insightful in front of her. But a sudden thought interrupted my cheeky attempt.
Still, there is a real possibility that the figure in the tornado was the little duchess who pretends to be a mature woman in front of everyone.
"Well, what you say does sound plausible." She went silent after that, and I continued recounting my adventures after that.
In detail, I described my experiences of being stuck in one of the dark boundaries of the Astral Realm and my encounter with the feared Duskwither.
She exclaimed repeatedly and continued expressing amazement and relief at how I navigated the dangers I faced.
She was especially stunned by my journey to the Astral Realm as that realm and its stories were too abstract and unreal to most of the populace whether they were normal or extraordinary in nature.