Wanting to leave but unable to depart voluntarily.
Can only continue aimlessly flying and wandering in the black desert. Consider it as training for cloak flying skills—at least it's not completely idle.
"Training in secret for two and a half days, my handsome posture will definitely shock the whole school."
Ian comforted himself this way.
The sandstorm occasionally blew through, stirring up waves of black dust, these dust particles swirling and interweaving in the air, forming an incredibly bizarre and illusory scene. Everything was shrouded in darkness, as if even the vision was constrained by the blackness, making it difficult to see the distant view while simultaneously enticing the onlooker.
Every gust of the sandstorm seemed to reveal a fleeting illusory image, right before one's eyes but as distant as the horizon, only to be buried and replaced by the next breeze.
In the dead silence, the oppressive environment felt as if even a shout would be erased. As he flew farther and farther, the more uniform the things he saw became, Ian still felt somewhat fatigued.
"Using magic power to support your flight is definitely a temporary compromise, I will surely find a backup hidden energy source so that you can fly automatically even when my magic power is exhausted."
When it comes to inventions and creations that can be used to escape, Ian has always been serious and meticulous. It has little to do with his hope that he can achieve long-distance flight and cloak's autonomous vigilance while sleeping.
"It's uncomfortable! The current 'Misty Illusion Realm Time-limited Experience Card' is too intense, if I do nothing, I'm afraid I could stay in the Misty Illusion Realm for a whole day and night!"
"Can't there be a couple of wraiths popping out to chat with me? Strange creatures will do too! I long for aliens! I long for monsters! At worst, I'd barely accept a furry... "
Ian, a bit aesthetically fatigued, rubbed his eyes.
The sandstorm wouldn't blur his vision.
But the monotonous scenery would.
Coupled with the misty, silky black dust among the wind and sand, Ian only felt a slight depression—well, it has little to do with the fact that it was midnight emo time in the human world.
"Sigh! I don't understand! I don't understand why I was brought to this area!"
Ian silently pulled out his magic wand again.
He felt he had to cast some spells to speed up the consumption of the 'Misty Illusion Realm Time-limited Experience Card', he really didn't want to stay in this desert any longer.
He had already been flying for several hours.
But the area he saw was no different from "copy and paste". How to put it, the more he flew in the black desert, the more he thought of a painful experience, he felt like he had crossed into the only truly terrible game in gaming history, 'Fantasy', which he had funded as a backer.
Nothing but desert.
It was just the color of the sand on the desert that changed.
"Summoning God Guardian!"
Ian weighed for a moment, compared to practicing other magic, he still wanted to rescue his mysterious night, hoping Ariana might notify Teacher Morgan to cross over and pull him back to the familiar area, similar to what Lady Rowena Ravenclaw did when she came to pick up her daughter.
Ian believed.
His Teacher Morgan definitely had that capability.
However.
Whether Teacher Morgan would be willing to help, no one could say for sure.
"The mood of a legendary witch is unpredictable." As Ian cast the Patronus Charm, countless radiant silver threads began to emerge from the magic wand he lifted. They traced elegant arcs in the night sky, as brilliant as stars, particularly conspicuous in the silent, oppressive desert.
As if dispelling much of the malevolent aura, it also reflected the blood-red infection under the blood moon, perhaps for the first time in many years, white brilliance blossomed over this desolate desert.
"What's happening?"
As soon as Ian's magic started to operate, he sensed something amiss. Originally, he was supposed to connect to the [Ring of Patronus] using this Patronus Charm, but he didn't feel it at all.
Not only that.
Even the magical nodes during the operation of the spell have slightly changed—they differed from many previous instances, Ian could clearly sense that magic had linked to some unknown entity.
"It's the... Misty Illusion Realm under my feet." Ian was utterly astonished, realizing that his magic had unexpectedly connected with a special gravitational pull between the sands beneath his feet, he immediately dismissed any idea of trying to cancel the magic, curious to see what this situation might lead to in the end.
Curiosity may kill the cat.
But it doesn't necessarily kill a little wizard who is always vigilant. Compared to taking a little risk, Ian was more eager to understand if this was indeed the reason he was drawn to this place.
Just then.
Along with Ian's continuous infusion of magic power.
Strands of silver magic threads leaped lightly from the wand tip, spreading vigorously.
These silver magic threads intertwined and swirled in the air, like a skillful weaver manipulating from the shadows, weaving patterns of crisscrossing interconnected lines in the dark.
"I didn't guide them..." Ian realized that the silver brilliance emerging from his just-cast Patronus Charm seemed to be completing a pre-set task.
There is some framework.
Constructed with the silver brilliance of the Patronus Charm.
No.
Or rather, recreated!