Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 950

Jenkins never doubted his cat’s ability to find him. While Chocolate had yet to display any martial skill beyond terrorizing the rabbits of the Evergreen Forest, its knack for tracking and finding things was second to none.

“You didn’t run into any trouble, did you?”

He smiled, patting the cat’s head before scooping it up and placing it on his shoulder. There were no marks on the little feline; it must have had an easy journey. Of course, it was also possible that the terrible creatures wandering the mirror world simply disdained to bother with such an unassuming kitten.

Perhaps he had used up all his bad luck earlier, because he encountered no other strange creatures or incidents on his way to the clock tower.

Unfortunately, Miss Capet had not arrived before him. There was no sign of the blonde girl at the foot of the tower.

Jenkins waited for quite some time, but she never emerged from the mist. He glanced up; the clock tower read 4:40. There were still twenty minutes until the next entrance opened.

“Could she have run into trouble too?”

Jenkins grew worried, but her location was beyond the range of his sight. Even if he set out to find her now, he would have no idea which direction to go.

“In the mirror world before last, when I was in peril by the sea, she came to save me.”

With that thought, Jenkins hesitated no longer. He tucked the cat from his shoulder inside his coat and set off once more, making sure to leave a note at the tower entrance explaining where he had gone, just in case Miss Capet arrived to find him missing.

The battle by the sea was ongoing. As Jenkins headed in that direction, he could hear a continuous clamor, punctuated by the roars of a massive beast and a sound like a crashing tsunami.

It was difficult to imagine what could be happening over there. If he hadn’t detected the point of light that was Miss Capet as he drew closer, Jenkins would have been tempted to avoid the docklands entirely.

The closer he got to the docks, the thicker the briny, fishy stench in the air became. It reminded Jenkins of rotting fish and shrimp—a smell deeply etched in the original Jenkins’s memory, a relic from the days when his father, Robert, still ran a shop in the area.

Another muffled explosion sounded in the distance. Jenkins darted out of an alley and scrambled onto a roof just in time to see an unfamiliar figure hurtling through the air. She flew over his head toward a taller building across the street, her body slamming into a rooftop statue of a knight holding a spear. The weapon wasn't particularly sharp, but the woman was moving so fast that the spearhead pierced straight through her chest.

Like the red-haired clown and the lion from before, this woman was one of the circus performers—the flamboyant dancer with the striking makeup. Though she was a seventh-level Enchanter, she was still human. Impaled, she died instantly, her head slumping forward without her ever noticing the lone figure watching her.

Startled, Jenkins whipped his head back toward the beach. A dazzling green light suddenly erupted, bathing the entire dock area in its glow.

There, at the very end of the pier that stretched into the sea, the remaining members of the circus were maintaining a ritual that pulsed with a black, spiritual aura. At its center stood the young magician, clad in a black robe. He held a book in his left hand, his right extended forward as he chanted loudly in a strange, guttural language.

The magician’s voice was so piercing that even Jenkins could hear it clearly from this distance. He didn’t understand the words, but he could feel their blasphemous nature to his very core.

Behind the circus troupe stood Miss Capet, the source of the vibrant green light that pushed against them. She was trying to stop the ritual, but even at her full strength, she couldn't get any closer.

A black sphere of light shielded the performers. As the magician’s chanting grew louder and more fluid, the dark orb began to steadily suppress the green glow radiating from Miss Capet.

With a grim expression, Jenkins peered into the depths of the sea, into the heart of the mist, where a colossal black shadow had just flickered past. For an instant, the world seemed to freeze, and the fishy stench in the air grew overpowering.

The fishy odor soon soured into a foul reek, and a light rain began to patter down upon this strange world.

“What are they trying to summon?”

Jenkins exclaimed in alarm. A glance at his pocket watch showed ten minutes remained until the passage opened. He could no longer afford to hide. Leaping down from the roof, he charged through the wind and rain toward the docks. Miss Capet was startled by his sudden appearance, but her expression quickly shifted to one of joyful relief when she saw who it was.

“Stop them! They’ve been in the mirror world too long! Their minds have been corrupted by the evil things sealed in its depths. They’re trying to summon those horrors now. We can’t let them succeed! If those creatures break free, they could very well escape into the material world!”

Her voice was swallowed by the torrential downpour, which had intensified alarmingly in just a few short minutes.

Jenkins nodded and, following Miss Capet’s lead, activated his [Life Source]. An identical green light immediately overflowed from his body.

His green aura was surprisingly compatible with hers. They merged seamlessly, pressing against the black sphere and forcing it to cave inward.

Jenkins shouted to his companion through the deluge. He was soaked to the bone and could feel his drenched cat plastered against his chest. Rainwater streamed down his face and into his mouth, forcing him to spit. Updates are released by NoveI(F)ire.net

He paid no more mind to Miss Capet’s condition. Raising his arm, he pressed it directly against the black wall of light. The moment his hand made contact, a large tear ripped through the energy barrier. This was going even better than he had hoped.

He vaguely heard Miss Capet’s voice and knew there was no time to waste. The rain would suppress his Gifted Flame and Twin Demons, so he pulled a handful of talismans from his pocket, activated them all at once, and hurled them forward. As the explosions rocked the pier, he gripped his White Bone Holy Sword and charged into the ensuing smoke.

His explosive talismans had obliterated half the pier, but the circus members were now floating in the air, standing upon a solidified black ritual formation.