"Fisher!"

All around the coast, the summoning ritual for the Demon God, with its thick crimson like a sea of blood, receded bit by bit as Fisher moved, as if the branches losing roots could only wither, and the whole earth and sky quieted down, as if nothing had ever happened.

Seeing the sky and earth quieting down, making Fisher’s figure particularly clear, Rafael and Moli hurriedly ran to the shore.

At the center of the ritual, they first saw the girl named "Ingrid" already unconscious, lying on the ground, while Fisher was half-kneeling in front of her, with something seemingly writhing on his body, or rather, it was more like his own body was writhing irregularly.

But even before the two ladies arrived, he had already returned to his original human form.

Hearing the sound beside him, Fisher instinctively turned his head, but there was almost no expression on his face, his eyes somewhat vacant, appearing quite lost.

"Fisher?"

Seeing this, Rafael was the first to speak with some concern, but the Fisher in front of them did not react for a moment, even Emhardt on his shoulder became tense, after all, he was the closest to Fisher just now, clearly knowing what had happened, thus appearing particularly worried,

"Fisher, are you alright, say something!"

But what they did not know was that at this moment, in Fisher’s blurred vision, amidst the perpetual, piercing tinnitus and murmurs, he seemed to see a murky, dark-shrouded sky. From the sky, continuous drizzle encompassed all light, leaving only the sound of wind like knives passing by the ears.

Right in the midst of that dim sky, Fisher’s vision was filled with an exceptionally strong colossal being...

It was a giant dragon, surrounded by numerous halos, filled with an indescribable divinity!

At this moment, there was still a huge golden sword wound hanging on the dragon’s shoulder, but this horrific wound did not affect his terror at all, he only coldly stared at "himself", as if looking at a hated mortal enemy.

Is that... the Fermat Baha Dragon God?

"You damned Transferee!!"

He roared at himself with extreme anger, as if his emotions were pulling the sky and earth to change colors, but "himself" seemed to have no feeling at all, like an emotionless piece of wood or stone, completely unmoved, just going about his own business.

With the extremely angry roar of that giant dragon, a red Breath capable of piercing through the continent continually gathered in his mouth, coalescing into a chilling destructive power.

It was Fermat Baha’s anger that brought Fisher back a bit from his daze, he was slightly stunned, lowered his head to look at "his" body, but in the blur saw no human shape...

He only saw a mass of indescribable black mud, bubbling and expanding endlessly.

Is this me?

Or...

While Fisher was frozen, the mud on "himself" was already uncontrollably spreading outwards like a tsunami. The wave-like black mud quickly corroded the exquisite and grand buildings around, swallowing the souls of the Dragon-man Species and various demi-human species fleeing in panic through the city, like a mindless, purposeless black hole, greedily absorbing everything around...

Seeing "his" actions, the dragon in the sky only grew more furious!

"Roar!!"

With a thunderous roar reignited, the Breath in his mouth couldn’t be restrained and came instantly, but just as the encounter between the "black mud" and the "Breath" was about to occur, Fisher’s vision abruptly ceased. What appeared was not the apocalyptic scene but Rafael and Moli’s worried faces.

"Fisher?!"

"Ha..."

Fisher opened his mouth, his breathing becoming heavier, his eyes seemed to melt into stars one by one, then coagulated back into human pupils like a chameleon reverting to its color, that frightening appearance made Rafael draw a cold breath, not knowing what Fisher experienced all these years.

She was just about to inquire further, but Fisher took a deep breath, shook his head, interrupted her question, and said,

"I’m fine..."

"It’s good you’re fine, Mr. Fisher!"

Rafael’s face was just about to lighten up with relief, but Moli reached over and hugged Fisher, causing her expression to freeze momentarily.

She imperceptibly pouted a bit, then turned her head, while observing the surroundings and gently tugging Moli’s robe with her claws. When Moli finally turned her head, Rafael was already standing up with a sour face, going to manage the oblivious soldiers behind,

"We’ll handle this situation later, Moli, please take Fisher and... whoever this human is back. The commotion here is too big, we’ll discuss other matters later."

"...Alright, Rafael."

Moli also realized her actions were somewhat excessive, especially in front of Rafael. She could feel that Rafael was not indifferent, but because she had to face many challenges and did not want to ruin their rapport, she kept enduring.