Chapter 331: Eightieth Floor, Waiting Room (1)
[Spend time in Euros’s Forest. Time remaining: 46 hours 28 minutes.]
It began as a whisper, barely more than a tickle in my ear. As the spirit expanded, that delicate noise gradually intensified.
There was no mistaking it now—it was the sound of the wind. The breeze stirred as the spirit’s presence grew, both in form and sound.
A light draft coiled around me. As time passed, the breeze sharpened into something more like a gust. Though to me, it remained refreshingly cool.
It isn’t a Spirit King.
Because I was focusing so intently, I could distinguish the difference. It lacked the sheer overwhelming force I had felt earlier. Despite that, this one’s presence was unlike the lesser spirits I had encountered before. Its energy was undeniable, too substantial to ignore.
Not quite a Spirit King, but clearly something powerful.
I didn’t know whether spirits were formally ranked, but if I had to categorize this one, I would place it a step below a king, more like high-tier.
As I pondered, the wind suddenly surged outward in a sweeping arc, as if lashing through the air. Grasses and trees around me quivered violently.
Whoooooosh—
Despite the force, the rustling of the dense leaves carried a warmth that contrasted with the stormy wind.
Then, just as abruptly as it had begun, the wind fell still. In its wake, only the spirit remained.