In the distant night sky, a white rat, about two meters tall, was particularly eye-catching.
Its tail wagged flexibly, like a propeller, propelling its body to fly steadily in the air, carrying Sherry quickly towards Ezreal's direction.
Although still far away, Ezreal's iconic golden hair was exceptionally dazzling under the moonlight. When Sherry saw him from afar, her eyes began to sparkle with hearts.
Ezreal watched the large white rat, which could achieve low-altitude flight by merely wagging its tail, with great interest, a smile in the corner of his eye, and thought to himself, "Interesting, is it a mutated species?"
In the original anime, Sherry indeed had a flying giant rat, over ten meters tall, and its strength was definitely close to A-class.
And this one now looks like the same one from two and a half years later.
However, this white rat, named "Angelica," has not yet begun its rapid growth.
Its body is still quite small, even appearing somewhat slender, with a hint of immaturity and rawness.
Judging from its aura, Angelica's magic power is larger than that of an ordinary person, but it is only C-class.
Among magical beasts, it is quite average, and its ability to fly with its tail should be considered its unique innate magic.
Ezreal could keenly sense the light and nimble aura of Wind Magic from its frantically spinning tail.
Ezreal asked with a smile, "Where did you find this rat?"
Sherry, riding Angelica, swooped down and landed steadily in front of Ezreal.
The moment she landed, Sherry gracefully flipped over and jumped off the large rat.
She clasped her hands over her chest, took light steps, and hurried to Ezreal with a face full of joy.
"Love! Angelica is someone I met while strolling on the island. After feeding it a few times, it became very close to me and can understand some basic commands."
Sherry's voice was clear and pleasant, like a mountain stream. As she spoke, she couldn't help but lean closer to Ezreal, her gaze burning, "We've prepared dinner, would you like to eat with us?"
Ezreal smiled and patted Sherry's shoulder, his smile as warm as a spring breeze: "Of course."
Sherry's eyes immediately glowed with a faint pink light, and her face flushed slightly.
She pointed at Angelica and said expectantly, "Shall we ride Angelica back to the Temple together then?"
Ezreal snapped his fingers, and a crisp sound echoed in the air.
From his shadow on the ground, a pair of eerie green eyes suddenly lit up, like gems in the darkness.
Immediately after, a dense cloud of black smoke emerged from Ezreal's shadow.
The black smoke swirled twice above their heads, carrying a mysterious and eerie aura.
Then, the black smoke solidified, transforming into a massive Shadow Direwolf that landed on the beach.
Angelica, being a magical beast herself, was instantly intimidated by the fierce aura the moment the Shadow Direwolf appeared.
It instinctively fell to the ground, playing dead, its limbs stiff and its tail no longer wagging.
After falling, it didn't forget to secretly wag its tail and tug at Sherry's clothes, seemingly signaling her to play dead as well.
Sherry was slightly stunned, her gaze darting incredulously between Ezreal and the Shadow Direwolf, her voice filled with surprise: "This is… an A-class magical beast?"
Ezreal responded with a confident smile, "That's right."
After Ezreal finished speaking, he gracefully flipped onto the Shadow Direwolf's back and then gestured to Sherry.
Sherry hesitated for a moment, then gave a hand signal to Angelica, who was playing dead on the ground.
The large rat squinted, observed the situation, immediately understood, and flipped up to dash into the nearby woods, moving as swiftly as the wind, without looking back, disappearing into the trees in the blink of an eye.
Seeing Angelica run off, Sherry lifted her skirt and lightly jumped onto the Shadow Direwolf's back.
Her movements were slightly tense and awkward, her hands gripping the direwolf's fur tightly.
"Aren't you a Light Mage?" Sherry asked curiously, with a hint of doubt in her voice.
Ezreal patted the Shadow Direwolf's head, and the direwolf's dark wings suddenly spread, raising a gust of wind.
The direwolf carried the two of them into the sky, speeding towards the Moon God Temple.
Ezreal responded with a smile, "I forgot to mention, I'm also a Summoner, and my proficiency in Summoning Magic is even higher than my Light Magic."
Sherry looked at Ezreal's back with eyes full of admiration, subconsciously leaning closer, as if wanting to be even nearer to him.
In just a few words between them, the Shadow Direwolf had already flown to the main entrance of the Moon God Temple.
The two dismounted, and the Shadow Direwolf once again transformed into a cloud of black smoke, merging into Ezreal's shadow and disappearing without a trace.
Inside the Moon God Temple, Ur and the others had already prepared dinner.
The main hall of the temple was now filled with over a hundred people, old and young, of all sorts.
They were all gathered, talking amongst themselves.
Some had expressions of relief on their faces, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their hearts; others had vacant eyes, as if they had lost their souls; and still others looked sad, with tears welling up in their eyes.
Ezreal glanced around and immediately realized that these were all Lyon's subordinates and others whose homes had been destroyed and loved ones taken by Deliora.
Most of these people were ordinary, a few had some magic power, but their level was very average... Galuna Island, village.
Ezreal was currently meeting with the village chief, Moca, accompanied by Ur, Lyon, and others.
It was now deep into the night, the moon hung high in the sky, casting a cold, clear light.
The villagers now appeared in their demon forms.
There were green-skinned demons with goat hooves and horns, their eyes gleaming with an eerie light, moving with a clumsy gait.
There were red-skinned demons with bull horns on their heads, their skin rough and hard, as if covered in a thick layer of armor.
And there were yellow-eyed demons with long, slender limbs, their movements agile and flexible, their eyes cunning.
Various strange demons walked through the village, their figures appearing sinister and terrifying under the moonlight.
Even the village chief himself had transformed into a purple-skinned demon with pointed horns.
His eyes were filled with worry and helplessness.
Lyon and the others looked exceptionally grim at this moment.
Although they had arrived on this island half a year ago and knew there was a village, they had never come down.
Sherry covered her mouth, her voice trembling as she asked, "How did these people become like this?"
Ur frowned deeply, pondering, "Is it because of the Moon Drip's influence, that Deliora's demonic power was absorbed by these people?"
Lyon looked at these people with some disbelief. Ur's words made his face even grimmer, but then he immediately retorted, "Absolutely impossible."
Yuka also shook his head, saying with a serious expression, "We are exposed to it every day. If we were truly cursed by demonic power, we should be the first to be affected."
Toby nodded, agreeing, "That's right. There are also many ordinary people who help collect the Moon Drip, and none of them have changed."
Ur frowned, she believed their words, and furthermore, to her knowledge, Moon Drip itself was a purification magic, and logically, had no side effects.
Among them, Sherry was the first to react.
She looked at the demonized villagers; although they were very downcast at the moment, their movements, whether walking, sitting, or lying down, suggested they were very familiar with their bodies.
They seemed quite adapted to their demonic forms.
Sherry, who was proficient in Puppet Manipulation Magic, her expression changed slightly, and she instinctively looked at Ezreal, hesitating to speak: "Could these be…?"
Ezreal glanced at Sherry with some surprise, and gently raised his hand, signaling her to be quiet for now.
Then, Ezreal stepped forward, facing the demonized village chief Moca, his expression as calm as an unruffled lake. He slowly said, "I have come to lift your curse."
"Lift the curse?"
"Really? Can it really be lifted?"
"Can this young man really do it?"
Ezreal's words excited the demonized villagers. Their voices were sometimes deep, like muffled thunder; sometimes hoarse, like torn silk, unusually unpleasant and oppressive.
Village chief Moca burst into tears, the tears streaming down his purple skin, shimmering with a strange light under the moonlight. He stumbled two steps forward, his voice trembling as he said, "Is it really possible?"
Ezreal nodded.
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