Chapter 4, Reality

When the large swarm of shadow creatures began to assault the plane, Little Richard faced only two possible outcomes: either he would be annihilated by the violent energy clash, or he would be possessed by the most powerful shadow creature, forever losing control of his body. At that time, he would become a vessel for the shadow creature population.

Yilani · Moon Song

In the attic, a noticeable crack appeared on the altar of the Moon Goddess, and this rare altar was unexpectedly damaged during the ritual. Yilian's face turned pale, and a trickle of blood flowed from her lips, yet she remained oblivious, frantically examining every part of Richard's body. Only when she saw that his body was intact and had not sustained any injuries did she feel a slight sense of relief. However, when she noticed a small shadow swirling at the center of Richard's forehead, her expression changed drastically once again.

Eliane let out a soft sigh, gently kissed Richard on the forehead, and left the room. She sat alone in the living room, gazing at the night sky, as memories flowed through her heart like water. Those few nights had almost condensed the intensity, hatred, and love of her entire life! And now, she had no choice but to recall them.

Eileen bitterly thought that she had completely lost the strength to complain about her fate or to wallow in self-pity. She carried Richard downstairs and then carefully placed him on the bed, tucking him in. In his sleep, Richard furrowed his brow slightly but also smiled from time to time, clearly dreaming of many happy things. He was a very handsome boy, his small face just beginning to lose its childishness, already showing some charm and attractiveness. Eileen gazed quietly at her child, who was the entire focus of her life for the past ten years. Although for her, who possessed a long life, ten years was merely a brief period, it now felt as long as a lifetime. Little Richard grew quickly, but he appeared slightly more immature than boys his age. This was merely due to his lineage; Richard, possessing half the blood of the Silvermoon Elves, also had a natural lifespan approaching five hundred years. His appearance blended the rugged strength of humanity with the delicate beauty of the Silvermoon Elves. Only Eileen knew the reason for this.

Finally convincing herself, she began to draw an exquisite magic circle at the top of the star-patterned paper, and then wrote down a long name:

"Shadow creature?" Ilian cried out in a voice that was barely audible. Gritting her teeth, she once again plunged her fingers into the shadow at Richard's brow, silently reciting a prayer that had long since become unfamiliar to her. It was a divine art of foresight that Ilian had never mastered in her earlier years, yet at this moment, her heart was already in turmoil. In her knowledge, only this divine art could unravel the origins of the shadow at Richard's brow. Even if hope was but a faint glimmer, she had to give it a try. It was a divine art of foresight that Ilian had never mastered in her earlier years, yet at this moment, her heart was already in turmoil. In her knowledge, only this divine art could unravel the origins of the shadow at Richard's brow. Even if hope was but a faint glimmer, she had to give it a try.

The shadow lingering at the center of Little Richard's forehead shows signs of life, yet it is not a complete living entity. The shadow energy it contains is not powerful; a mere ordinary ritual can purify it. Its function is akin to that of a lighthouse, marking a position in the infinitely complex multiverse and summoning large groups of shadow beings into this dimension, a vision that Elaine foresaw. Now, even if this shadow were to be erased and purified, it would be too late; that terrifying group of shadow beings has already received the coordinates and set out. Its function is akin to that of a lighthouse, marking a position in the infinitely complex multiverse and summoning large groups of shadow beings into this dimension, a vision that Elaine foresaw. Now, even if this shadow were to be erased and purified, it would be too late; that terrifying group of shadow beings has already received the coordinates and set out

How could this happen..." Elian held Richard close, murmuring to herself, her tears had long been unable to hold back, streaming down in silence.

On the small and serene face of Richard's book, that little shadow continues to swirl and play.

Is this the punishment for Elucia

This person actually casually reveals his real name to others

Richard endured with great difficulty, his resilience and determination cultivated since childhood manifesting at this moment, as he truly managed to hold on until all the shadows entered his body. After absorbing the last wisp of shadow, Richard's spirit finally relaxed, his vision blurred, and the goddess's temple gradually faded away

Outside the window, the blood-stained fifth moon quietly moves away, while the sixth moon, shining with a unique golden light, has already risen. When the seventh moon emerges from the horizon, the sky will be bright.

She could not help but think, yet her slight emotions were soon replaced by memories of vast forests burning and collapsing. Her hands grew cold, yet no longer trembled, as she succinctly conveyed what she wished to say in just a few lines, and then it was time for her signature. After a moment of hesitation, she ultimately wrote her name in the elegant script she had always used

Since losing her identity as the High Priestess, she has also lost the favor of the goddess and all her divine powers. What began as a desperate and reckless act, however, unexpectedly succeeded in the foresight of divine magic.

The light of the seventh crescent moon finally poured through the window, illuminating Eliane's face. She had grown much more haggard, yet also much more beautiful; the mirror on the wall reflected an incredibly beautiful figure. This was her true appearance, one she had nearly forgotten over the past decade. This was the grace that only a silver moon fairy could possess.

She stood up and carefully took out a piece of magic paper adorned with star patterns, spreading it out on the table. Then she retrieved a well-sealed magic pen, checked it, and fortunately, the magical ink stored in the pen made from the tail feathers of a griffin was still intact. This ink was made from unicorn blood; although there were only a few drops left, it was just enough for the short letter she intended to write

The star-patterned paper burned fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, it turned to ashes. The information recorded on the paper has been transmitted to distant places through ancient and mysterious laws

When she set down the magic pen, Ilani also laid aside all her sorrows, serene and beautiful

No one can clearly articulate the laws between dimensions; the shadow creatures traversing may take hundreds of years to complete their journey, or they might reach their destination in just a month

I have acquired two abilities; my mother will surely be proud of me! In the drifting darkness, Richard thought to himself instinctively

Before Elaine appeared a scroll, depicting endless void and darkness, with only chaotic energy present, devoid of the moon and stars. Within the chaos, massive shadows were slowly moving, their seemingly disordered trajectories ultimately converging onto a single path, directly pointing to the final, clear destination: Little Richard

The originally light feather quill felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds in her hand. After holding it for a long time, she found herself unable to write a single word. When the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, she smiled faintly and murmured to herself: "The one who can destroy the Elven Kingdom should be able to deal with the Shadow Life, especially since ten years have passed..."

The magic pen once again hovered in the air, the hand holding it trembling slightly. The recent signs also indicated a fact: this was indeed the true name of Gerdon. Although she had never doubted it over the years, this was the first time it had been confirmed. With the advantage of possessing the true name, she only needed to expend a small amount of magical power to cast the most malicious curse upon him, even though Gerdon was now a legendary powerhouse, he would be powerless to resist the curse. The true name is, after all, one of the most important secrets of certain bloodlines.

The moment the name was completed, the magic pen suddenly trembled, and the entire name began to shine brilliantly beneath the pen tip, emitting a faint red glow, akin to a burning flame. When the flame extinguished, the long name was left with a mark so faint it was almost invisible. Although the mark was subtle, it was deeply imprinted on the star-patterned paper; only the complete destruction of this precious paper could erase the mark. As a former high priestess, she was well aware of the secrets of the bloodline. The burning flame represented that the name inscribed with magical power had already touched the laws and had been sensed by its owner. Therefore, everything she wrote next would transcend layers of time and space, directly transmitting to the owner of the name.

At the moment his small hand touched the seventh statue, the statue suddenly transformed into a shadow, which then completely entered Richard's body. For a moment, Richard felt as if his head was on fire, his brain boiling; the pain that directly affected his soul nearly drove him insane, yet he could not faint. Meanwhile, streams of icy energy were flowing towards various parts of his body, violently colliding with the invisible heat enveloping him, making Richard feel as if every inch of his bones and flesh was cracking.

She suddenly looked up through the skylight, gazing at the fifth crescent moon still hanging high in the starry sky. Just then, she noticed a new mark on the moon's surface, resembling a dried bloodstain. It turned out that the power of the crescent moon had undergone a mutation, which caused the ritual of enlightenment to change. However, if she were still the High Priestess of Elucia, the enlightenment would not have mutated.

Gadon · Isaiah · Satanistoria · Akmond

In the blurred vision, Richard saw his mother's beautiful and caring face, and he finally relaxed, losing consciousness

Shadows are not the same as darkness; they are a form of energy that lacks substantial existence and inherently possesses spatial attributes. There are countless types of shadow creatures, most of which wander aimlessly between planes. The chaotic energy between these planes serves as their natural sustenance. They are cunning, dangerous, and powerful, making them both beloved and feared by mages. Shadow summoning is a well-established spell that can be enhanced from level 6 to level 9. However, this spell has a small chance of failure, at which point the summoned shadow creature may become uncontrollable, and mages with magical power are considered one of the most delectable prey in their eyes. Consequently, every year, there are reports of mages being devoured by shadow creatures they summoned.

In the attic, there was both light and moonlight, and Richard lay on his back, with neither source casting a shadow on his brow. A small patch of shadow, like mist or smoke, drifted slowly, yet remained condensed and unscattered. This was a shadow that ordinary people could not discern, but Elian, who still bore the power of the Fifth Lunar String, could see it. She trembled as she reached out to touch it, feeling a faint chill and a stinging sensation at her fingertips, a result of the clash between the shadow energy and the divine power of Elucia. This was a shadow that ordinary people could not discern, but Elian, who still bore the power of the Fifth Lunar String, could see it. She trembled as she reached out to touch it, feeling a faint chill and a stinging sensation at her fingertips, a result of the clash between the shadow energy and the divine power of Elucia.

And Little Richard is the coordinate and anchor point for their entry into this dimension

The vision of the scroll flashed and vanished, the brief glimpse having exhausted all her strength, leaving her unable to even move a finger. Even with abundant physical energy, everything she saw plunged her once again into profound despair