"d.a.m.n it!"

Grimm was compelled to perform the long-distance teleportation sorcery to Little Myna but a sudden sight caught him by surprise, he exclaimed incredulously, "No way! s.p.a.cetime Seal?"

The s.p.a.cetime Seal could be ill.u.s.trated as a virtual world similar to the Nightmare World, the Narrow World, and the Dimensional Gaps. Seemingly, there was a connection with the Spectral World of the Endless World in order to achieve the greatest seal in the Sorcerers Knowledge—s.p.a.cetime Seal.

Unfortunately, the s.p.a.cetime Coordinated Access Locator between Grimm and Little Myna did not seem to work!

The only explanation Grimm could think of was that this whirlpool was the entrance to a certain Spectral World, and he had been enveloped by the mysterious law of the Spectral World!

The Spectral World was elusive and enigmatic!

Even some Spectral Worlds recorded by the Sorcerers World that Grimm had learned about existed in a mystical and incredible way. If he accidentally fell into an unknown Spectral World that might have dangerous elements, the consequences were horrifyingly…

He did not dare to think about it anymore.

But it was too late! Everything was too late!

The Acraepoid was long gone, he might have been completely sucked into the unknown world. Grimm felt distorted and twisted, it was as though his mental strength, little by little, was sucked by something unknown. His eyes became heavier at each pa.s.sing moment and he closed his eyes eventually.

"Huh? It's so warm and soft…"

Grimm's final consciousness.

***

Black Isotta Stigmata Sorcerer, who was in the middle of a conversation with Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer and Dark Realms Stigmata Sorcerer, suddenly stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" The emerald Soulfire in the eye sockets beneath Bone Bell Sorcerer's robe asked as it flashed a sparkling green light. A curious expression was pasted on Dark Realms Sorcerer's face.

Black Isotta stood silently as he tracked his senses in a distorted and collapsing s.p.a.ce.

After a while, he said ambiguously, "It's Grimm, the Black Isotta Will that I left on him sensed that he has suddenly left the world, and I can no longer detect his existence."

"Huh?" Bone Bell and Dark Realms Stigmata Sorcerer were genuinely surprised.

For a young sorcerer who had received the attention of the Princ.i.p.al Will of the Sorcerers World, they would not intervene in his affairs. It was not really a big deal to leave the world of the quest during a Demon-Hunting expedition.

But leaving the world abruptly in the middle of a mission? That seemed rather unusual and odd.

"Well… Forget it, I'll send a Demon-Hunter to the Arctic Tundra to investigate soon. Let's resume the plan we were talking about. The coordinates of the Celestial Spirit World that I accidentally came into contact with are between the world community controlled by the Sorcerer Coalition and the Mechanical Destroyer civilization, if…"

***

At the same time.

Little Myna, who was chatting gleefully with several female Bright Demon-Hunters, opened his eyes wide as if he sensed something extraordinary.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Don't you like this gla.s.s fruit?" a young and sweet-looking Demon-Hunter teased as she held up a bunch of transparent fruits.

Instead of looking flirtatious and salivating, Little Myna wailed sorrowfully, "Master Grimm? Master? Master! Are… are you dead?"

As he sobbed loudly, Little Myna added, "Boohoo, I'm not crying, I'm happy for myself. I'm finally free! You and the old guy are the same, you guys are just pet beasts that I can order to come and go as I please…"

Uh?

The female Demon-Hunters exchanged curious glances before they realized the urgency of the matter.

The Master whom Little Myna called out loud was Grimm, the person responsible for this mission!

He's dead?

As he continued sobbing, a thought suddenly struck him. He flapped his wings to wipe away his tears and wondered out loud, "Wait a minute. If he's really dead, why is there no response from the Princ.i.p.al Soulfire in my body? Has he been sealed by the s.p.a.cetime Seal? But why does your Princ.i.p.al Soulfire look like you are sleeping?"

Little Myna mumbled to himself and suddenly yelped, "d.a.m.n it! What's going on with you? What are you doing? Say something to me!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

In the Soulfire, the towering giant myna cloned a miniature version of himself. Little Myna flapped his wings at the necklace where a tiny light was s.h.i.+ning.

"Wake up! Don't you dare ignore me! You scared me! Hey…"