Chapter 25: I Understand the Logic, But Why is the Raven So Huge?

Erika stared blankly at the raven in front of her, not immediately reacting:

“A raven… can talk?”

Vigga wrapped his wings around his chest and bowed politely.

The mannerism, like that of a gentleman, left Erika in a daze, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that it was still a raven.

“Please allow me to introduce myself briefly, Miss.”

“I am the Evil God—Habika.”

“Evil God Habika?”

Erika murmured the name, but it was clear she had never heard of it before.

She was well-versed in the history of the Empire, and there was no record of such a god.

“Well then, even if you don’t recognize me, it doesn’t matter. You may address me by my current name, Vigga.”

“Now, allow me to ask again.”

“Do you truly wish to save Victor Clavenna?”

Erika finally snapped back to reality. At this moment, she no longer cared about who or what the other party was or whether they had the ability to help. It was as though she had grasped the last straw of hope at the edge of despair. She nodded continuously, wanting only for the Evil God in front of her to save Victor.

Vigga closed his eyes and let out a light laugh.

“The ritual has not yet concluded. To save him, you will need your strength.”

“Worship me, become my follower, and I will help you fulfill your wish.”

The black magic circle spread like venomous snakes, its tendrils slithering on the ground, gathering beneath Erika’s feet.

Black mist began to rise around the magic circle, surrounding Erika.

She had never seen such magic, such a magic circle. It made her feel very uneasy.

Was this… the Evil God?

Erika had no other choice. She could only nod and agree to the raven’s terms.

If becoming its follower meant saving Victor, then that was all that mattered.

This was the only thought Erika had, and she didn’t hesitate for a moment, quickly saying:

“I agree. I will worship you and become your follower.”

Vigga looked at the devout Erika, a sense of pride emanating from his single eye.

“Very well, I acknowledge your sincerity.”

His gaze shifted to the already fainted Victor Clavenna.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit wistful.

“Is there truly a girl willing to go this far for you, Victor Clavenna?”

“You’ve unwittingly gathered something precious.”

Instantly, mist spread from Vigga’s body as though the magic circle on the ground had been infused with some kind of power.

The black magic circle began to wildly shake, its edges extending tiny tendrils that danced on the ground. Then, a flash of light illuminated everything, enveloping both Vigga and Erika.

The next moment, the light shattered like a mirror, and the magic circle disappeared.

Erika opened her eyes, trying to sense anything different on her body.

And yet… there was nothing.

Not even a single mark.

So, this was the ritual to form a contract?

If Vigga knew what the girl was thinking, he would surely laugh, though he had no teeth.

The contract was never something to be taken lightly. This dark magic circle was merely a one-way connection for followers.

Want to form a contract with him?

At the very least, you’d need a proper contract, like Victor Clavenna did!

“Is this… enough?”

Erika asked in confusion, her tone laced with urgency.

Would this truly save Victor Clavenna?

She absolutely believed so.

Vigga looked at her, smiling but saying nothing, his eyes narrowing as he asked:

“Before I save him, I need to ask you something.”

“Why are you here?”

Why are you at the top of the volcano?

Erika paused for a moment, carefully considering her words, before finally speaking the truth.

“I heard it… the volcano… crying.”

“It said… it was in pain.”

“Oh?”

Vigga glanced at Erika with interest, and suddenly, he understood everything.

He squinted and smiled, as though guiding her step by step with words.

“And then? What can you hear now?”

Erika furrowed her brow and shook her head.

“I can’t hear anything anymore,” she said.

This was perfectly natural.

Vigga turned his head, thinking to himself:

“Because of the volcanic disaster, it was already knocked into slumber by that terrifying man…”

He would perhaps never forget that scene.

When the final ‘Arcane Ark’ fell into the volcano’s depths.

The surging flames and lava seemed to freeze in place.

The ‘Ark’ swallowed everything, including Gulerton.

In truth, Gulerton could have withstood such an attack.

If it had been in its prime, it would have been untouched by such battle magic.

But at that moment, Gulerton was already heavily wounded, with magma flowing from its body, and its once-proud defenses had already crumbled.

Gulerton, in the end, became a lifeless rock, shattered within the volcano and sunk into a deep, powerful slumber.

As for why it was slumbering rather than dead…

Because disaster does not die.

As long as magic elements exist in this world, disaster will live on.

And as for why Victor had become like this, it wasn’t because he was injured.

Having witnessed his battle with the volcanic disaster, Vigga didn’t think there was anything that could hurt Victor now.

At this very moment, Victor Clavenna had fallen into a state of what could only be described as “magical overload.”

Victor had borrowed magic from him and fought Gulerton nonstop for three days and nights, without any burden.

But that power… it wasn’t Victor’s own.

The magic Vigga granted him wasn’t infinite, and there was a threshold.

Normally, the energy consumption wouldn’t reach the threshold.

But Victor Clavenna was anything but normal.

And so, when his magic ran out, the link between him and Vigga was forcibly severed.

But even that wasn’t enough to make Victor faint.

What was even more insane was that, before Gulerton fell into slumber, he ripped off a piece of Gulerton’s ‘Magic Core’ and forcibly fused it with himself.

This was why Victor’s body seemed to be flowing with magma.

Because his body was digesting Gulerton’s magic core.

When Victor exhausted his own magic and forcefully took in the external magic source, he didn’t faint… who would?

But it wasn’t a major issue. A few days of rest would solve it.

At the moment, what interested Vigga more was this girl in front of him.

“Interesting, interesting…”

“A girl who can communicate with disaster… she probably doesn’t even realize how valuable she truly is!”

What a huge gain.

Just as he was pleased, suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps.

“Someone’s coming?”

Vigga smiled and looked towards the hillside, his incredible vision catching sight of a silver figure.

He knew who it was, but it wasn’t the time to reveal himself.

To avoid being entangled in trouble with Victor, he flapped his wings and moved in front of Victor Clavenna.

He grabbed Victor’s collar in his beak.

But the voice still rang in Erika’s ears.

“You saved Victor Clavenna. I will make sure he knows.”

“Little girl, we’ll meet again next time.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Vigga’s body suddenly began to expand. The dark raven instantly transformed into a gigantic black-feathered eagle.

Gripping Victor’s collar in his beak, Vigga flapped his wings and soared into the air.

A gust of wind blew through the area, and the surrounding rocks were swept away. In an instant, he disappeared from Erika’s sight.

“Victor…”

The dark figure in the sky became smaller and smaller, more and more blurred, until it faded out of her view.

Gwen arrived too late, missing the chance to grab Victor and ask him what had happened.

Instead, she saw the disappearing black dot in the sky, her face darkening with concern.

“Victor? What in the world is going on…”

Then, she noticed Erika.

Erika was covered in burn marks and was kneeling on the ground, forcing herself to smile faintly.

It seemed like she had exhausted all her strength. With a thud, Erika fainted.

Gwen: “…”

She walked over and slowly lifted Erika.

Looking up at the sky, only endless heavy rain remained.