Gravitational Distortion!
Numerous auxiliary witchcraft spells cascaded down.
Anslot's knees buckled, and he uncontrollably fell to his knees, his eyes wide with horror.
"Advanced Wizard Apprentice!"
Before he could finish his sentence, waves of power surged into his body, ripping his Wizard Robe to shreds.
Stone spikes, ethereal tentacles, and streams of water arrows pierced him, turning him into a porcupine.
Blood spilled from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground, all signs of life gone.
"I was too heavy-handed!"
Carl landed, his face showing annoyance. "I forgot he had just become an Advanced Wizard Apprentice. He was no match for seasoned Wizards, and his body was frail. We ended up with no survivors."
Shaking his head, he quickly searched Anslot's body, collected various items, and left swiftly.
As for the body on the ground... This was a swamp. Both shattered boats and bodies would be devoured by the marsh here. By the time anyone noticed the disappearance, it would be too late.
「Half a month later.」
Hibell, accompanied by an innocent and lovely girl, knocked on Carl's door.
Carl nodded at the two. "Amy, we meet again."
"Yes." Amy peered curiously into the room. "Mr. Karl, do you never go out?"
"Not really." Carl smiled and led them in. "Sit! I'll prepare some beverages."
"No need." Hibell waved her hand. "We came this time to inform you that Amy, whom you recommended, has passed the test and become a member of the Starlight Secret Society."
"Junior Brother!" Hibell continued, "Your judgment is excellent. Amy's Wizard Talent is high, and she possesses a very rare Magic Creature. Although young, her power is not weak. She will definitely become one of the pillars of the Starlight Secret Society in the future."
"Is that so?" Carl looked toward Amy. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you for your recommendation." Amy thanked him sincerely. "I now finally understand the benefits of joining a faction. It's not so easy to be bullied by others this way."
Saying this, she tensed her small face and waved her slender arms.
"You might not know," Hibell spoke, "but the day you two attended the auction, Amy was attacked by a Black Wizard and almost died."
"Luckily, a mysterious person saved her."
"Ah!" Carl looked surprised. "Something like that happened?"
"Since you never go out, of course, you wouldn't know." Hibell rolled her eyes. "But this also has its benefits. At least with the Witchcraft Traps set up around the island, you won't run into danger, and I can go out with peace of mind."
"Yes," Amy nodded, her expression still showing fear from her previous recollection. "I..."
She blinked. A small bird flew out from the pack on her back and circled Carl a few times, chirping incessantly. CHIRP, CHIRP!
"This is Amy's Magic Creature," Hibell explained. "A white falcon with the Bloodline of a wind spirit. Don't let its size fool you; it can grow to a remarkable Tier."
"Right, what's its name again?"
"...Ah?" For some reason, Amy seemed to daze off for a moment before snapping back to reality. She replied, "Little Wind."
"Her name is Little Wind."
"Carl, have you seen Little Wind before?"
"No," Carl shook his head. "This is my first time seeing her."
He could feel the mysterious power within the white falcon. Indeed, it had potential. However, for Carl, who had seen many Magic Creatures in the Otherworld, a Magic Creature of this Level was not rare. Google seaʀᴄh ⓝovelFire.net
Amy's eyes filled with suspicion. She called Little Wind to her shoulder, shook her head, and then looked at Carl with intense curiosity.
Could it be him? Impossible, right?
Little Wind flapped her wings and shrieked, seemingly finding things somewhat boring. She preened her wings and then retreated back into the pack on Amy's back.
Hibell remembered something. "Junior Brother, do you know Anslot?"
"Anslot?" Carl reflected, then hesitantly asked, "Tim's friend?"
"That's him," Hibell nodded and casually added, "Alesya mentioned that Anslot had been asking her about you a few days ago. Recently, he just disappeared."
Amy's eyes sparkled as she examined Carl carefully once again.
Dense fog enveloped everything. A small boat cut through the fog and stopped at a rocky shore, several figures leaping onto the island in succession.
"Is this Flame Island?" Carl looked around. "It indeed feels much hotter here than in other places. Aren't the islanders afraid of volcanic eruptions?"
This was an active volcano, and it could erupt at any time!
The unique geological conditions had forged a special environment. Fog swirled like a light veil, enveloping the island in a haze. Beneath this veil, flames danced like spirits.
The island's vegetation thrived amidst the interplay of flame and fog, showcasing a unique vitality.
The air was filled with floating dust, carrying the scent of sulfur, smoke, and the very breath of the deep earth, lending a primitive and mysterious atmosphere to the place.
Susan waved her hand, seemingly unaccustomed to the smell here. "The people here seem mad. They worship the flames with such fervor, it's almost as if they long for an eruption."
She gestured towards several people. "Keep an eye on the boat. Don't let the islanders discover it."
"Carl, Quincy, we'll head to the dungeon to rescue Conni first, then meet up with Miss Lula to deal with the Island Master of Flame Island."
Flame Island lay on the essential path into and out of the Endless Sea Domain. They had to take it, no matter what.