When the wolf arrived, opening the door wasn’t difficult.
“It’s more crude than I expected.”
Like a skilled locksmith opening a simple lock, the wolf easily opened the interdimensional door. It was enough. Gezell was confident that if he could open the door and step inside, he would not be defeated by anyone.
The magic laid out along the path created by the wolf was still effective. However, it was unclear exactly where they had arrived on the human map, following the traces.
Although expressed as opening a door, the door did not exist as a visible material substance. In the blink of an eye, the scenery of the world changed.
The place they arrived at was unexpectedly vast and structural but felt like a dead world. It resembled a deserted city or, rather, a fortress city that had just been completed but had yet to welcome residents.
“…Over there.”
In the distance, a towering white tower rose as if to pierce the sky.
Those discreetly advancing a plan typically lowered their bodies and hid what needed to be hidden underground. The reason for confining the stolen treasure in a tower visible to all was likely the vanity of the mastermind who enjoyed showing off.
The fake city, where no one lived, resembled the desolation of the wasteland. Next to the tower stood a clock tower, a symbol reminiscent of Molbessa Square. It stood tall, indicating what the owner of this space coveted.
[They’ve created quite a few structures. One of them must be the core material for the spatial magic needed to maintain this space. It might take a while to find which one is the core.]
“No need to find each one individually. Just destroy them all.”
[You really do have a nasty personality.]
“I don’t have time. I’ll go ahead.”
Gezell left a brief message to the wolf who roamed the landscapes of the otherworld and moved his feet.
However, Gezell’s steps were soon obstructed. As expected, magical creatures placed there for defense revealed themselves all at once. Gezell did not hesitate and recited a spell. Even with a simple attack spell, they were quickly vanquished.
Thud, thud, thud, thud…
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But it wasn’t the end. Following the defeat of those creatures, a roar akin to a large beast’s cry echoed. At that moment, the wolf, which had been wandering without much interest in the fight, turned its eyes brightly.
Behind the smaller magical creatures rising like a wall, a colossal monster was emerging. Rising from the ground and breaking through, the monster didn’t look much different from the magical beings that occasionally invaded beyond the northern wall.
The white wolf that had come this far in the form of a human silently returned to its original form. The wolf growled, assuming a defensive posture.
[Surprisingly, it seems communication might not work here either.]
According to the rules, the summoning magic passed down to the King of Aldrant should be strictly limited and used only at a designated place and time through a rigorous ritual. Gezell, who had never violated this principle since being ‘chosen,’ found himself in a place that was not the human world, and aside from the wolf, there were no eyes to witness.
Gezell’s appearance gradually changed. The whites of his eyes spread entirely in a golden hue, and his neatly closed mouth tore open to the jaw, revealing sharp teeth that protruded through parted lips. His previously orderly teeth grew larger and pierced through his lips. If someone unfamiliar witnessed this scene, it would be so eerie that they might recoil in fear.
Bony joints emerged, covered in black scales, feathers, and fur, enveloping his entire body. Horns sprouted from his head, wings grew from his back, and the summoned creature, as large as the barrier that had blocked them, stood tall. There was no trace of Gezell Jivendad in the imposing figure of the black summon.
The northern creature roared, baring weapon-like fangs. Then, a large hand, adorned with thick and sharp claws, drew a pattern in the air.
Lightning, previously suspended in the quiet sky, shook the world that had stood still. The small magical beings turned to ash and disappeared in an instant, and the gigantic creature stumbled and screamed.
Without missing a beat, Gezell charged forward this time. Boom! When two large creatures collided, the impact resonated, causing the air to tremble.
“Who are you?”
At that moment, a new voice was heard. Although it could have been easily drowned in the roar, the irritated tone reached everyone in that place.
The voice was unexpectedly young. Turning around, they saw sorcerers in black robes gathering. Grating, golden eyes narrowed, and this time, arms that had been raised high swung down like giant axes or hammers.
Boom! Magic circles were quickly drawn where the fists landed, and the ground rippled as the sorcerers who had gathered were either propelled or scattered by the shock. They attempted to cast spells, but this time, their attacks were blocked by the wolf’s transparent golden curtain.
The sorcerer with red eyes, who seemed to be the leader among the robed magicians, muttered in confusion.
“Is that the rumored summon commanded by the Grand Duke? No, no. I’ve never heard of him summoning two creatures. Moreover, it’s said that such summoning can only be done within Aldrant…”
[Enough with the talk, it’s annoying to listen to.]
As the wolf’s eyes glowed, irregular beams of light shot toward the sorcerers. Screams echoed in all directions. Some of the sorcerers had already suffered injuries, but the clearly elite members did not retreat easily.
“Defend with all your might! I’ll retreat the messenger for now.”
“Understood!”
After a brief skirmish, a few sorcerers were preparing to retreat. If they let these sorcerers go, Rensley’s whereabouts might become mysterious again.
As Gezell reached out to them, about to take aim once again, the wolf rushed forward, shouting.
[More of them will appear! Leave this to me. After all, isn’t your purpose not the fight, but that child?]
Who are you?
Even as they spoke, new creatures emerged from the ground. In response to Gezell’s silent inquiry, the wolf emitted light once again.
[As you can see, they’re just trivial beings trying to buy time. I can handle them on my own, so go ahead and achieve your purpose. After all, our companionship was conditional on that, wasn’t it? I’ll send a signal when the task is done.]
No matter how talented a young human magician might be, handling this many magical creatures like a master was impossible. There must be an owner of this world, and for the contracted human, they were likely putting up a defensive front without revealing their true form.
As the wolf stated, getting entangled here was a waste of time. Gezell, having accepted the kindness, wasted no time and accelerated, soaring upward like a flash. The sorcerer who had been fleeing from the attack had cleverly concealed themselves in the meantime.
At that moment, as Gezell was attempting a teleportation spell to quickly reach the top, a golden ring flashed on his wrist.
His eyes, bright like molten lava, widened. In the distance, on the top of the tower that was not visible just a moment ago, a figure swayed against the sheer cliff-like stone wall, hanging like a white silhouette. The figure, arms spread like a fluttering flag, was descending from the top of the towering spire. Even without getting closer, the identity of that figure was apparent.
“Rensley!”
Gezell shouted the name, but from the transformed mouth of the creature, only a roar resembling a beast’s cry echoed.
Gravity straightforwardly seized Rensley’s body, pulling him roughly downward.
Rensley closed his eyes as he fell. Was his luck responsible for his survival until now, or was it the power of the Elemental they spoke of? Just before impact, he reached out in the changed wind to grab whatever he could. He was caught, and instead of shattering into pieces, he bounced lightly. Feeling something resilient and warm wrapping around him, Rensley opened his eyes.
Without fully grasping the situation, he reached out his arms to ride the changed wind. Just before he could touch the ground, he tucked himself and rolled. Only after the descent did he realize the true nature of the force that had caught him.
“Ha-ha!”
Despite the situation not warranting laughter, Rensley chuckled. Whether his survival until now was due to luck or his own strength remained unclear. Or perhaps, just before the collision, the slightly cushioning sensation that surrounded his falling body wasn’t the magic of the intervening individual, but rather the power of his friend, the wind.
The neck of the creature, now fully transformed into a magical beast, had black feathers that stood about the length of a human arm. While relatively soft compared to human hair or skin, it was rigid and coarse. Without minding the somewhat scratched face, Rensley patted the creature affectionately.
“Your Grace! You’ve come! Your Grace!”
It was truly a welcoming title to hear after a long time. Rensley, touched by the endearing address, laughed heartily.
Gezell, now completely transformed into the form of a magical beast, couldn’t respond in human language, but Rensley understood the excitement in the growl. Rensley replied with unceasing laughter.
“Shall we have a royal audience right away? But thank you for catching me in the nick of time.”
While glancing upward during their brief conversation, the tower’s windows still revealed the sorcerers and their group extending themselves. The sight of a sorcerer swiftly wielding a staff was evident, with the round, red flames gathered like projectiles ready to be launched.
“Your Grace! They’re attacking! Take cover!”
Before Rensley’s shout could fully conclude, the surroundings were enveloped in silent, silvery stillness, as if everything had been bleached.
Kwaang-.
A sound that made ears and heads feel numb followed immediately after a brief moment. And it repeated several times.
Beyond the thunderous noise that seemed as if the entire world were exploding, one could hear the sound of the model city collapsing. It was clear that both the fake city where Rensley had been trapped and the clock tower imitating Molbessa’s structure were collapsing.
Was this not a situation where they had finally met under the clock tower and were now escaping together? Rensley chuckled joyfully.
However, soon everything became neither visible nor audible. If it resembled the time when he was trapped inside the white tower, it was a similar pristine, or rather, pure space.
Amidst the once terrifying roar of the giant thunderbolt, Rensley felt a sense of perfect safety like never before. He pressed his body against a corner of the massive creature’s back, firmly holding onto its tough and large scales, akin to the horns of most beasts.
In the pouring light, Gezell soared. Unlike the legendary progenitor of Aldrant, who leaped into a waterfall made of lightning in the tales, Gezell Jivendad was flying upward against a waterfall of lightning.
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