Warlock Apprentice

“What am I looking at? The fusion of world and nature? Or the other way round?”

Is someone showing me the birth and termination of a civilization? But what’s the point?

Angor always believed that it was the most important thing for a civilization to create its own continuance, which could be passed down in history. The progression of it was not so decisive as everything had to come to an end.

He did not know what he should learn from the strange sight presented to him. But he could feel something new contained in the droplets—something mysterious that couldn’t be interpreted by words.

He waited for a long time, yet the two droplets never moved again.

“Do they need external help to transform?” He reached out a hand to touch the water droplet this time.

Slowly, the water droplet was pushed into the gray one, until they fused together once again.

Instead of expanding the water droplet into a vast sea, the gray droplet, which represented “unknown power”, became the “main subject” this time by growing into spacious land, while the water turned into several puddles, which covered upon the land evenly.

The ambiance of the Nightmare Realm meant “still”. Time did not move, while every small detail contained meaningful stories and implications waiting to be discovered.

Mixing traces of the Nightmare Realm into illusions was Angor’s unique talent. Since he could memorize the particular “texture” of the Nightmare Realm and use it for later, could he do the same by remembering how “Mystery energy” felt like as well?

Angor gave up on “interpreting” the energy around him. Instead, he tried copying the particular sense into his mind as it was.

This tactic was a lot faster since he didn’t need to learn the nature of the energy for real. But the complexity of the great power still made his head throb.

While “copying”, he also noticed something else.

The mysterious impression of the power would easily slip from his mind if he tried to copy it directly. It would work better if he did it in a “mindless” and unfocused manner.

As he memorized more and more, he began to have a better understanding of what was shown by the droplets.

He believed that whoever gave him the droplets meant to tell him that the foundation of “Mystery” was unknown and contradiction. Destroying civilizations was not necessary—it was only a method to create such contradictions.

He almost saw the tip of a giant iceberg, which was already impressive enough.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t cast illusions in his soul form, so he had no way to confirm whether he could put what he remembered into his illusions for real.

It had to wait until he went back to his body.

As more time went by, the Mystery energy around him gradually grew thinner.

Angor opened his eyes and glanced at the water droplet, only to notice that it had been replaced by something else.

That spotted puppy was floating next to him.