The sudden attack of the black substance left Allen no time to react. As soon as he was pulled into the arched door, his heart sank. Despair and unwillingness drowned him like a raging tide. He was going to die like this.
Allen was pulled behind the curtain by the black fog. He had closed his eyes and waited for death to come. Suddenly, Allen opened his eyes. He was surprised to see that the necklace with the symbol of the Sacred Weapon of Death that Luna gave him was emitting a blue light. It seemed to depict Allen's figure and wrapped him tightly.
Before he could think about it, the joy of surviving a disaster hit him fiercely. A strong desire to survive made him pay attention to his situation. He was falling, entangled by the black fog, and from time to time, there seemed to be a meteor passing by him. It was not from top to bottom, but from bottom to top, as if the sky had been turned upside down.
It felt like many years had passed. Allen, who was already exhausted, tried to wave his wand to cast a spell to get rid of the black fog. However, the wand did not respond at all, so he could only continue to fall.
Although he was surrounded by the gray fog and could not see how far the ground was, he could feel how fast he was falling. He did not know what was waiting for him below. Even in a dream, it was impossible to fall endlessly like this.
The ground was finally close enough to see through the fog. It seemed to be a hill. Although it was still far away, it was a little closer. It was dark and cold in midair. There was no sun, no stars — only the dim gray light in the sky, and only the ground and the gray fog.
At this time, Allen was falling faster and faster toward the hill. The gray fog roared in his ears. He looked down. The ground was coming toward him. The whole world was spread out below. This even made him temporarily forget his fear. Over this grey moor the mists swirled endlessly between the gaunt trees and the perilous cliffs.
The black substance that was originally shrouding him suddenly began to tremble and spin around him. The fog slapped his cheeks and blocked his vision. He could not help but sway up and down in the air. Finally, he felt a sharp pain on his back. He was thrown into the barren land of the hill. There was nothing but black-gray soil and gravel.
Allen only felt a little dizzy. The gravel on the ground did not really break through his blue shield to hurt him. However, after the tension, he looked at the skin on his hand. Some special scars appeared on his skin, and the feeling on his face made him understand that these exposed areas were injured. Through memory, Allen learned that these scars were left when he was entangled by the black substance before he entered the curtain.
The black substance kept churning and surging. It quickly spread out and turned into a huge circular shield that locked Allen in. "Why does this look a little like Momoran? But obviously, there are no Momorans for it to parasitize … "Allen observed for a while and then connected the special scars on his skin. This allowed him to recognize that the black fog might be a powerful Momoran. However, he did not sense the existence of a host. This made Allen not dare to make such a conclusion.
Without thinking too much, Allen, who was already very tired, did not want to have any contact with the other party. He began to try to escape. Allen first turned into his Animagus form, wanting to use the phoenix's ability to teleport away. However, after a few attempts, even in his phoenix form, he could only teleport within this prototype shield.
Unwilling to give up, Allen waved his wand again, trying to cast the Otherworld Gate. This time, it was not to summon the demon, but to teleport himself away. However, the wand still did not respond. It was not because of exhaustion or lack of strength, but because the wand itself had lost its connection with Allen. It was as if it had died after passing through the veil. There was no way it could respond to any of Allen's spellcasting.
Not sure if it was the effect of the environment, but the frustration brought by disappointment made Allen tear open his coat and loosen his collar. Animagus did not work, the Otherworld Gate did not work, and the wand did not work at all. Allen anxiously pulled his tie off his neck. Since the wand could not be used, Allen, who had nothing to lose, decided to try casting without a wand again, although he could not use this technique to cast a spell that was too advanced.
With a final hope, Allen roared, "Faint!" A flash of magic spell lit up the dark world and also ignited Allen's hope. Allen excitedly shook his fist. "It works!" He felt much more at ease. As a wizard, nothing gave him a greater sense of security than being able to cast magic. The feeling of losing the ability to cast spells made Allen feel that he had become a Muggle again, at the mercy of others.
Since he could cast a spell without a wand, it meant that he was not without the power to defend himself in this unknown place. It meant that there was a possibility for him to walk out of this damned black substance and survive.
Allen's Stun Spell hit the layer of black matter, and the shield formed by the black matter rippled. As the ripples surged, the power of the spell was eliminated, and it seemed that it did not cause any damage to the black matter. Allen was a little disappointed and frightened. Unwilling to give up, he cast the Petrification Spell. Allen wanted to petrify it into a more solid state, and then try to break it to break it and free himself.
But to his disappointment, like a drop of water flowing into a river, the layer of black substance still stubbornly shrouded Allen.
"Is it because these spells are too low-level and not powerful enough that they can't do anything to this black substance?" Having made this judgment in his heart, Allen hardened his heart. As the casting time was much longer than usual, a Shadowless Blade shot out from his fingertips. Allen slumped back to the ground in exhaustion. He did not have time to check his status. All of his attention was focused on this spell with the nature of black magic. The Shadowless Blade, which carried Allen's infinite hope, caused a bigger ripple on the shield of the black substance, but it was just a ripple …
Allen, who had not given up, experimented and found out that although this black substance was very similar to the Silent Ran in the records, it also belonged to the darkness. But the difference was that this black fog also had the power of death and shadow. Although its attacks were cursed, Allen felt that this power was not divided into good and evil. It was not like the Avadasimon or the power of the demons that had its own alignment.
Allen's heart sank little by little. "So what if I can cast a spell? I still can't escape from this black substance. Am I going to have to wander around this small space for the rest of my life? If I can cast the Guardian Spell without a staff … "Thinking of this, Allen looked at the completely unresponsive wand, and a strong sense of powerlessness and loneliness crept out from the bottom of his heart.
He pressed his hand on the sensory imprint on his arm. He wanted to use the imprint to contact his family, friends, anyone. As long as he could contact them, the imprint was as cold as every inch of his skin on his arm. There was no sign of heat that should be present when a successful communication was successful. Allen clenched his fists, the pain from his nails digging into his palms helped him to stay calm. "What the hell is this place?" Allen tried to use the imprint to locate the location, but the imprint was just like an exquisite tattoo. There was no reaction.
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