Chapter 461. Mysterious Girl from Another World
"We are definitely not going inside," Tyler muttered firmly, narrowing his eyes at the ordinary bubble in front of the massive door. His tone wasn’t panicked, but resolute.
He waved his hand, and the phantom black mist that clung to him like a shroud began to unravel. The haunting silhouette of Phantom Blackwood faded away, revealing his original appearance. Lily and Mana did the same, dispelling their Phantom Pirate disguises in unison.
It wasn’t about safety— it was about perception. They looked like demons from hell in that form, and looking like devilish raiders wouldn’t earn them a warm welcome from the people on other side.
Just then, from the skies, figures descended on dragons and winged beasts, landing near the gate like a royal procession. The time inside moved faster, but even with the acceleration, it was clear enough that these people had noticed the opened passage.
Tyler, Lily, and Mana watched in silence. These weren’t enemies, at least not yet. Inside the barrier, a man wearing an ornate crown stepped forward— his bearing regal and composed. Standing beside him was an elven mage, leaning on a gnarled wooden staff that pulsed with energy. Behind them was a tall orc clad in thick armor, gripping a massive shield, and off to the side stood a young girl wearing a silver mask. She remained still, silent, like a trained attendant.
The king scribbled something onto a sheet of parchment, rolled it up, and sealed it inside a crystalline glass container. With a nod, he passed it to a fully armored knight, who walked up to the edge of the shimmering bubble.
He paused, then hurled the container toward the gate.
The moment it passed through the temporal barrier, the pressure crushed it with a sharp crack! Glass shards floated like petals in the water, but Tyler was already moving. With a flick of his fingers, he wrapped the paper in a sheath of protective aura, preventing it from tearing apart.
"Let’s see..." Tyler unrolled it.
None of them could understand a single word. The script was unfamiliar.
"I don’t understand their language." Tyler clicked his tongue. He reached into his storage and pulled out a sound transmission device— a simple one that could record voice and repeat messages. He activated it and used divine sense to speak into it calmly: "I don’t understand your language."
Then he repeated the same phrase in multiple dialects— languages from across both worlds he had lived in.