Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 1023: I Understand

The eye of a storm is the calmest place within a hurricane.

But this calm is temporary.

Gorsa, stationed at the Stargate Council, opened his eyes the instant he sensed the anomaly.

His figure immediately appeared from inside the Star Observatory Tower to its peak.

Then a shadow completely mismatched with the natural light appeared beneath his feet.

The shadow flowed like water, rapidly expanding and soon merging with the shadows of walls, ground, and other objects.

The wizards and pedestrians on the ground became agitated as they discovered that all the shadows beneath their feet and on their bodies had changed from their original shapes, spreading flat on the ground like a giant black carpet.

Soon, in a small courtyard within Olga City, the spreading shadow was blocked by an invisible force.

The next second, Gorsa appeared above the courtyard.

But beneath the gaps wasn’t skin—instead, rays of light leaked out.

It was as if the bandages wrapped not a person, but a blazing fireball.

The areas the shadow couldn’t penetrate, the light successfully entered.

But the entering light suddenly twisted and turned, then was sucked in like a water whirlpool at some point above the courtyard garden.

“Storm eye!”

Gorsa, having spent several years in the Borderland, immediately recognized this specialty that originally belonged to the Borderland.

“Byron and the others just departed half a day ago, and the Sighing Wall and Red Sea haven’t been in contact with the black tide for long, yet storm eyes are appearing here.” Gorsa narrowed his eyes and immediately sent people to retrieve materials for sealing storm eyes, while having Wizard Corey brought over at the first opportunity.

While doing this, the shadows on the ground still hadn’t stopped spreading. The area grew larger and larger, already about to cover the entire Olga royal capital.

Then, he discovered another similar anomalous area in the capital’s suburbs.

Gorsa teleported again to the second anomalous location.

This was a farmstead where the people who originally lived here had disappeared.

Or rather, everyone in the entire village was gone. But just a day ago, Gorsa had sent people to patrol all of Olga, and no one had reported the complete disappearance of farmstead residents.

Gorsa didn’t blame those patrol members.

For someone capable of bringing storm eyes here, concealing things from low-rank wizards was too easy.

Even Gorsa hadn’t noticed the anomaly.

The shadows spread rapidly.

The populace, unaware of what was happening, also began to panic.

Soon, Gorsa discovered two more anomalous areas in nearby cities through the shadows.

This time he didn’t teleport over.

Because the two storm eyes discovered earlier hadn’t been sealed yet.

He ordered his subordinates to immediately contact all Stargate Council outposts across the continent, having them check if any obviously whirlpool-shaped areas had appeared nearby where even approaching light would be distorted.

The Stargate Council’s grassroots work efficiency was very high.

In just ten minutes, the contact results were compiled and reported to Gorsa.

But these results weren’t pleasant.

Looking at the numbers on the parchment, Gorsa felt a chill rising from the depths of his heart.

His face was cold, but his fingers gripping the parchment had already tightened.

“Chairman?” Corey, who had just rushed over from the city, asked breathlessly, “Should I set up the second sealing formation now?”

Gorsa flicked his fingers, and the parchment in his hand drifted away with the wind, falling onto the shadow-covered ground and slowly melting like butter.

“No need.”

The scattered bandages on Gorsa’s body instantly tightened, and the abnormal shadows on the ground quickly disappeared. Some black shadows flowed like ripples toward Gorsa’s feet, finally being drawn into his body.

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“What? How is that possible?” Cracks suddenly appeared on Corey’s perpetually expressionless face.

She understood too well what a hundred storm eyes meant.

“Now isn’t the time to wonder why.” Gorsa placed his hand on Corey’s shoulder, and the two instantly returned to the Star Observatory Tower.

Gorsa brought Corey to the information transmission hub.

This was where the Stargate Council’s emergency encrypted information was transmitted.

Because it involved core secrets, Corey had never been here before.

“I’ve already notified all outposts to evacuate people to areas far from the storm eyes. However, their understanding of storm eyes is insufficient, so they might send inquiries. You’ll be responsible for answering questions here and helping them coordinate personnel.”

Gorsa directly gave Corey the encryption methods for confidential information transmission.

Normally, Corey wouldn’t have the qualifications or experience for this, but Gorsa didn’t care about protocol. He felt Corey was most suitable for these tasks and directly told her the encryption methods.

He pressed Corey’s shoulder and said in a low voice, “With storm eyes appearing, death is inevitable. We must abandon what should be abandoned and save as many people with hope as possible.”

Corey’s lips trembled as she nodded heavily.

Actually, Gorsa didn’t hold much hope for how many people could survive near the black tide, but he still wanted to save as many wizards and ordinary people as possible.

After all, population was also one of the important magical resources.

Even if Iskaper Continent ultimately wasn’t swallowed by the abyss, if only a few wizards remained here, the continent’s destruction would be no different.

After instructing Corey, Gorsa’s figure appeared again at the top floor of the Star Observatory Tower.

A third-rank wizard was waiting anxiously in the spherical laboratory above the tower’s peak.

As soon as he saw Gorsa return, he immediately said in a trembling voice, “Chairman, I’ve already sent the alert to the other two continents. But the two coastlines closer to us don’t have powerful wizard forces and probably can’t resist the black tide.”

“Then have them evacuate.”

Unable to resist the black tide, the continent would be corroded by it and flow toward the Abyssal Eye.

Stat Continent and Nephret Continent probably couldn’t avoid moving toward the abyss.

But the Stargate Council could only do this much.

They could barely protect themselves now.

Over a hundred storm eyes had already appeared here. When the storm eyes fully erupted, would the Abyssal Eye appear in the center of Iskaper Continent?

Gorsa could imagine that when the Abyssal Eye appeared here through the storm eyes, one-third of Iskaper Continent would instantly disappear.

The remaining parts would flow toward the Abyssal Eye under the black tide’s continuous erosion.

As for the living beings on the continent?

Heh.

Gorsa closed his eyes and tried hard to contact Saul, who was far away at the Sighing Wall capturing anchor point monsters.

Saul had always kept part of his attention on the prismatic channel, afraid of missing anyone’s message.

When Gorsa tried to contact Saul, Saul immediately received Gorsa’s information.

After telling Saul about all the sudden developments, Gorsa reopened his eyes.

The third-rank wizard in front of him was trying hard to maintain composure.

“Have you notified Byron and Krutz?”

“Already notified.”

Everything that could be done seemed to have been completed. Next was waiting for some storm eye to erupt and pull Iskaper into desperate straits.

A pink single-person sofa suddenly appeared behind Gorsa, and he collapsed into it as if he had lost all strength.

This scene made the third-rank wizard’s heart tighten, and despair couldn’t help but surge from the depths of his heart.

But if someone familiar with Gorsa, like Saul, saw this scene, they wouldn’t think Gorsa had given up.

This completely relaxed posture of lying in the sofa was Gorsa’s favorite state when thinking.

Gorsa lay back and opened his eyes, only able to see the ceiling above.

“Douglas, you want to observe the death of the Abyssal Eye—why must you send an entire continent into the abyss’s mouth? Won’t this extremely weaken the wizard world’s combat power? Can you still achieve the balance you want?”

Gradually, Gorsa’s eyes slowly narrowed.

“Or is it that if the abyss can’t swallow a continent, it can’t enter final destruction?”

The abyss that had been relatively stable for so many years;

The Chaos Realm completely wrapped by membranes inside the abyss;

The Far North and Red Sea that had fought the black tide for years but hadn’t lost continental land for a long time…

Several thoughts flashed rapidly through Gorsa’s mind until all thoughts concentrated on one sentence.

“Don’t resurrect… stop Camus…”

“With different languages, the spirit can only convey through ways we can understand. Perhaps Saul’s interpretation of the abyssal consciousness has some deviation.”

The corners of Gorsa’s mouth turned up.

“I understand.”

(End of Chapter)