Angor was planning to walk in a random direction and see if he could find a way out of the forest.
In other words, in this dark forest, could he find the guidance to leave the omen?
However, he only took a few steps before he frowned. Although he could not sense the mind space, nor could he use energy, his spiritual sense as a Magus did not disappear.
He vaguely felt that there was something wrong with his surroundings, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong at the moment. However, the pressure he felt on his forehead was telling him that the forest was not as simple as it looked. There was some unspeakable danger hiding here.
"Where is the danger coming from?" Angor rubbed his forehead, trying to strengthen his senses. However, it didn't have any effect. Instead, it caused the surging spirit sense to slowly dissipate.
Everything returned to silence, as if the danger was just an illusion.
Angor knew that the pressure he felt on his forehead was not an illusion. There must be something wrong here. Since his senses were no longer working, he could only try to use his eyes to see what was around him and find the source of the danger.
Was there a monster hiding in the shadows? Or was it a trap set up by a hunter?
Or maybe … the forest itself was dangerous? For example, the trees around them actually had spiritual intelligence and could transform into evil towering treants?
While Angor was thinking about this, he suddenly heard several shrill cries of crows.
There were crows in the forest?
He looked up and vaguely saw the darkness of the forest.
Several black shadows flew past him, but they all disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The shadows were about the same size as crows.
And when they flew past,
Angor could hear the sound of wings flapping.
It was very likely that they were crows.
The creatures disappeared in a second, but their cries did not stop.
However, their shrill cries never stopped. It seemed the crows had been hovering around Angor all this time.
So the danger came from the crows?
In the wizarding world, crows were mostly used as eyes and ears. Besides, crows were always petty and vengeful.
There were also wizards who reared crows and used their personalities as metaphors to warn people who approached them.
Angor did not know if these crows were kept in the wild or not.
Or maybe they were the eyes of a supernatural. But he was still inside the "omen". There should not be any hidden meaning, right?
Maybe the crows were not the source of the danger, but the creators of the atmosphere?
After all, Angor could still hear the cries of the crows, which sounded like the voices of the dead.
When he looked at the dark forest in front of him, he could not help but feel uneasy.
The gloomy atmosphere here was clearly brought out by the crows hiding in the shadows.
Angor calmed himself down and focused on the current situation.
Staying in the same place was not a solution.
Angor considered and decided to move in a different direction.
Maybe the danger he sensed was because he was going in the wrong direction? As long as he could find the right direction, he could get rid of the danger?
Angor changed the direction and took several steps.
His spirit sense did not awaken again, which seemed to mean that he could indeed get rid of the danger by changing directions. But he didn't think it was that simple.
His spirit sense did not warn him.
Perhaps it was because it had already warned him before.
Angor did not care.
. and more.
When the total number of steps reached 30,
Angor stopped. Because he finally found out that something was wrong!
The trees around him.
They seemed to have become thicker and bigger!
Was there really something wrong with the trees? To prove his point, he chose to move forward. But this time,
He changed the reference coordinates.
Several seconds later.
Angor stopped again.
At this moment, his expression was no longer as calm as before because he had discovered … the truth.
The trees did not change. It was him who changed. His body became smaller.
The forest was like Gulliver's tunnel. Every time he took a step forward, his body would shrink.
He didn't feel anything strange about it. It was as if his body was shrinking naturally. This was why Angor did not notice it at first. If his spirit did not warn him, Angor would not notice it until all the trees around him became giant.
But there was a pattern to the shrinking. He would only shrink when he walked, and would not shrink when he stopped.
Did it mean that stopping was the solution?
Definitely not.
Angor tried to stay still and analyze the situation. However, the more he stopped, the more he did not want to move. It was as if "staying still" became a safety island in his mind after he noticed the pattern of shrinking. He did not want to move.
And this was definitely not a good thing. Unless he wanted to be trapped in this strange omen forever, he had to move and find a solution to this omen.
"Shrinking with every step. Is that what this omen is telling me?"
While thinking to himself, he took the initiative to do more tests around the area to find out more about the rules of shrinking the area.
Angor looked like he was strolling around. In fact, he was testing different directions, different paths, and other factors. He even climbed a tree and ran as fast as he could.
In the end, he got a bad result.
Shrinking was not affected by other factors. As long as he walked, no matter what posture he used, even if he crawled, he would shrink. Running would speed up the shrinking process.
In other words, to find the solution, he had to shrink, and the shrinking would continue. In the end, he might become smaller than a speck of dust.
No, he might not even have the chance to become a speck of dust before he was threatened by other dangers in the forest. For example, the crows.
Angor heard the first caw of a crow. The group of crows hiding in the dark never left. They would caw from time to time to show their presence.
Without a doubt, they were watching him from the shadows.
After going through the series of tests, Angor's body had shrunk a lot, and he was half a head shorter than before. But at least he was still in the shape of an adult. He still had the upper hand against the crows hiding in the shadows of the forest. Compared to a hunter, Angor could barely be considered the hunter.
However, if he kept shrinking until he was about the size of a Krakok, the hunter and the prey would change positions.
He would become the prey, and the crows would become the hunter.
Angor believed that the crows would come out from the shadows and attack him.
"A forest that shrinks people, and a bunch of crows staring at us from the side …" Angor mumbled. Was this the test of the omen?
Angor knew that he could not figure out the real test for now. But his biggest problem right now was to solve the problem of shrinking himself and the crows hiding in the shadows.
How should he solve this problem? Should he stop and think of a way to kill the crows first?
No. The crows were not attacking yet, which meant they knew the pattern of shrinking in the forest. They would wait until their positions were changed.
If he stopped, the crows would not attack. Instead, they would give him a psychological warning that he would not dare to move.
But what should he do if he did not stop? Should he kill the crows? Or could it be that the crows and shrinking were just a form of psychological pressure that made him panic, causing him to overlook the clues hidden in the dark?
Angor forced himself to stop thinking about the crows and his shrinking body. He focused on looking for clues hidden in the forest.
…
Angor did not mind the changes in his body. He began to wander around the forest. At first, he planned to look for "human tracks" so that he could find a way out.
However, he did not find any human tracks. Instead, he found some animal tracks.
This footprint was found under a decaying broad-leaved forest. The footprint was very small, about the size of a baby's fist, but it went very deep into the ground.
He did not recognize the shape of the footprints. The water had turned the clear footprints into mud.
Could it be a clue? Angor did not know, but he decided to look around the tracks.
Since there was one, there must be a second one.
This time, he became three centimeters shorter. However, he still managed to find the second set of footprints.
What was worth mentioning was that the second footprint and the first footprint should have been left by the same animal, but the distance between them was relatively far, about four meters. It seemed that this animal's stride was very big.
Also, the size of the tracks did not change, which meant there was a second creature in the forest that would not shrink when moving.
The first one was the crow, and the second one was the owner of the tracks.
The crow was the enemy that was spying on them in the dark. Could the owner of this footprint be the one who had unlocked this omen?
Angor considered for a moment and decided to follow the tracks to find the owner of the tracks.
With this search, another five centimeters were gone.
But this time, he found about ten footprints, which confirmed that the owner of the footprints had not shrunk.
The owner of the tracks left one on the left and another one on the right, but the general direction was clear.
"Is this the way to leave?" Angor did not know, but he was willing to try again.
He followed the tracks again. This time, he became two centimeters shorter and stopped.
It was not because he found the owner of the tracks, nor did he plan to give up. It was because … his dormant spirit suddenly woke up.
This time, his newly awakened spirit did not warn him of danger like before. Instead, it gave him a vague direction. It seemed his spirit sense was responding to a certain place in the forest.
At the same time, his spirit gave him a general direction — north.
However, the tracks were heading northwest, using his current location as the starting point.
It was not going in the opposite direction, but it still deviated by a large angle.
Also, he estimated that the spirit sense was at least a thousand meters away from where he was right now.
Not to mention whether or not he would take a detour midway, even if he walked in a straight line, according to the law of shrinking, as well as the scale of his steps, by the time he reached the target location, his body would probably shrink to half of his current size, becoming similar to a gnome or a halfling.
He would not immediately become a prey, but the crow was already qualified to attack him.
He did not have many chances left. The biggest problem for him now was to choose between following the tracks and trusting his spirit.
Angor stopped and fell into deep thought.
About half a minute later, he moved again. This time, he did not follow the tracks. Instead, he chose to trust his spirit and head north.
He made this choice because he trusted his "Absolute Self" very much.
Spiritual perception was very mysterious. It could be said to be inspiration, but it could also be said to be spirituality. It came from oneself. It was the guidance of deep thoughts, the summary of the sea of aether, and the exit of the hive mind.
It was also an intuition that came from the inside out.
To put it bluntly, it was a kind of Absolute Self.
The superficial self could be deceived. But the deeper Absolute Self could not be deceived.
At least, Angor had never seen anyone who could deceive their Absolute Self in the southern wizarding region.
Therefore, he chose to trust his spirit.
However, there was something strange about the spiritual sense that had suddenly appeared this time. For example, the spirit could sense danger and make decisions when hesitating. But this thing directly used his spirit to guide the way, and the coordinates of the destination already showed up.
That was strange.
It wasn't that his spirit sense couldn't do it. Usually, there was only one way to do it: there was something deeply connected to Angor in the place he was pointing at. Or rather, there was something on Angor's body at the coordinates. That was why his spirit sense was "strongly connected".
But Angor was sure that he did not lose anything.
If he had to think of something, it would be his mind space.
But mind space was the last thing that could be lost. Angor could not sense it now, but he was sure that his mind space had been following him in a higher dimension. Otherwise, his spirit would not appear.
Since it was not his mind space, and he did not lose anything on him, why would such a "strong connection" appear?
Angor did not know, but he decided to check it out himself.
…
About ten minutes later, Angor's body had shrunk by about 30 centimeters.
However, he was getting closer and closer to his destination.
The cawing of the crows did not stop. They were still echoing in his ears. Apart from the crows, Angor did not see any other danger in the forest … nor did he see any other animals.
This meant that the footprints of the animal he saw earlier were probably the only ones in the forest.
If that was the case, then did he make the wrong choice? Should he trust the footprints instead of his spirit sense?
Angor felt a little lost.
Should he back off? Maybe he still had time if he backed off now?
Angor felt a voice in his mind telling him to back off and try to find the footprints. But after careful consideration, he did not stop.
If he backed off now, he might be able to find the footprints quickly. But where did the footprints end? Could he reach the end of the footprints with his body size? It was hard to say.
But if he chose to keep moving forward, at least he would have a fixed goal.
Compared to searching aimlessly, moving forward with a goal would at least give him a … result.
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