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墨書 Inktalez
Such a degree of change was something even an ordinary person could notice. No one had ever felt it to be so incredible; the sand was actually moving. At first, they didn't think anything was different, perhaps because their minds were focused elsewhere, or maybe they were simply too exhausted to notice the signs.
"It feels alive," someone exclaimed nearby.
As others looked closer, they realized it was indeed true. The sand, undisturbed by wind, moved up and down like a calm sea, creating an illusion that the ground itself was shaking. It felt as if they were in a dream, and the sensation was quite extraordinary.
If even a few people had been more alert, the situation might have changed slightly. After all, those with keen perceptions would sense that something was off. When extremely fatigued, many often overlook details; however, their spirits had been refined through long periods of training, allowing them to perceive even the slightest nuances.
As they observed, it became clear that many were astonished and began to murmur in disbelief. This place was indeed peculiar, and no one had connected the dots before; it was simply too strange.
However, it wasn't something to be overly concerned about. It seemed this location was merely an illusion, which explained why so many unexpected events had occurred here. Many creatures from the past, including primitive dinosaurs, might have been shaped by this illusion to some extent. On the surface, they could easily be mistaken for something entirely different. The environment here was truly bizarre, leading people unknowingly into realms beyond imagination.
If they understood the underlying principles, everyone should grasp the terrifying nature of these phenomena. Breaking through wasn't as difficult as it seemed; they just needed to find the core and strike decisively. But unlike last time when Freyr had exhausted himself to escape the illusion, such an endeavor would be nearly impossible given his current physical state; otherwise, he risked being sent back into peril.
The medicinal herbs at hand couldn't withstand another round of turmoil, so brute force wouldn't work this time. They would have to rely on their wits; pooling everyone's intelligence to solve their problems wasn't out of reach.
Transforming the impossible into possible—that was the essence of teamwork. Although this group had only recently formed, they had already accomplished feats beyond what many teams could achieve. Thus, they should be able to see through this illusion as well.
Each member was exceptionally skilled; tackling this challenge shouldn't be too difficult. With his unique vision, Relock could perceive the essence of things better than most others. His insight surpassed that of ordinary individuals and ranked first among the team's perceptual abilities.
Everyone exchanged glances and scrutinized their surroundings. As their sensory capabilities reached an ultimate level, they became acutely aware of changes in their environment. It seemed there were numerous occurrences happening around them, and they felt a sensation of expansion followed by contraction. Many believed this hopeless environment was truly what confined and trapped them.
"I think I understand now! Yes! It's over there!" Suddenly a voice rang out. Relock didn't possess any special sensory abilities; he simply relied on his sharp eyes to see through the environment before him.
Getting up was indeed simple, but one must not forget his abilities.
"Watch me take a shot!" Just as he spoke, while others were still in doubt, the muzzle of the Gauss Sniper Rifle suddenly erupted with a flash of fire. A trajectory was formed, and he felt a violent jolt. Then, an incredible situation unfolded.
Their bodies were immediately pulled by a forceful twisting power. Perhaps no one expected him to act this way, but he truly did, and he succeeded. Others grabbed his shoulders and pulled hard, their eyes suddenly shining with a sharp light, all composed of points and line segments.
The structure of this illusion looked remarkably different. With the effect of seeing through it, he slowly raised the Gauss Sniper Rifle. As the sharp bullet pierced through the junction of points and lines, the surrounding environment shook violently, seemingly causing a change in the medium. Once the intense shaking subsided and they looked again, they found themselves on a slope.
In a low-lying area at the bottom of a mountain hollow, if they took another step forward, they might fall off the edge. It was indeed a thrilling scene that reminded them of the similar experience they had encountered near Silent Ridge. It seemed that the structures here were interconnected, and surely there would be other similar situations in the future, so they needed to stay alert.
Unexpectedly awakening this ability at such a critical moment made Relock somewhat excited. The sensation from earlier was simply wonderful, and it seemed that Gene Chain had brought some changes to his physical attributes. The combination of points and lines could change at will, which meant that his eyes could see through others' weaknesses. However, those weaknesses could shift during an attack, creating a sense of anxiety because even though he could see the weakness clearly, hitting it at that crucial moment was impossible—wasn't that useless?
If this was indeed the case, then it seemed like this time he had made the right bet. Although he had seen through weaknesses before without being able to make use of them, this time Relock felt quite powerful.
"Ah, if I'm not mistaken, it should be this way. We can go down here and then circle around that point to continue forward. There should be a tunnel not far ahead; if all goes well, we might just get out," Ross said while suppressing a headache.
The others noticed something strange about his behavior; it wasn't that his actions were odd but rather that he seemed to be enduring something with great effort. Their thoughts about Ross were likely very different from his own; connecting with him wasn't easy either. So far, only Commander had managed to have a conversation with him about himself; for others to approach him was quite difficult. He could disguise himself chaotically or appear very serious and abnormal—he was truly a master of disguise, with all his influence stemming from his past experiences.
His unique experiences made him different from ordinary people; there was nothing shameful about it. After all, he had saved them so many times; if it were just once, it wouldn't matter much. Those nearby glanced over and immediately took action.
They descended the slope and returned to an unimaginable place where no one dared to think about—this area was quite similar to Silent Ridge except for the absence of swamps and those strange White Mist-like miasmas; most feelings remained the same.
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