"Thank you." Ron’s voice carried a rare sincere emotion, "I understand what this means."
"Because you’re my child, after all."
Nari replied gently, as countless tentacles began weaving the final protective network:
"There’s no need for defenses between family."
As the bubble closed, Ron entered a strange space.
It was filled with warm life energy, and the air was suffused with a reassuring aura.
Most wondrously, he could still perceive the world outside in some way, as if he had acquired Nari’s sensory system.
Outside, five Pathfinder pioneers were cautiously approaching the edge of the storm.
"Can you feel it?" one of the Flesh Demons rasped.
Its voice was produced by hundreds of throats simultaneously, layered like some eerie choral performance:
"The intensity of this bizarre storm... far surpasses the normal level..."
"Lord Mad Bite has sensed Apostle-level energy release."
Another Flesh Demon added, its countless faces twisting simultaneously, expressing different emotions:
"And the duration is lengthy, unlike a simple hunting behavior."
The Dream Spiders maintained an eerie silence.
Their abdominal beautiful faces kept their eyes tightly shut, seemingly engaged in some deep perception analysis.
Those eyeball-like legs constantly rotated, leaving brief remnants in the air with each turn.
"What are the instructions from the Nightmare Queen?" inquired the Flesh Demon.
The largest Dream Spider slowly opened its eyes, its pupils reflecting twisted patterns.
Those patterns continuously changed, like a living labyrinth:
"Observe, record, and if possible... obtain some samples."
Her voice was as smooth as silk, yet the coldness within was spine-chilling:
"Lady Selena is very interested in this abnormal aura of chaos release."
At that moment, the Chaos Storm abruptly changed dramatically.
The previously relatively stable boundary began expanding outward, the speed catching even these powerful Abyssal creatures off guard.
The aura of chaos surged out like a tide, rewriting the fundamental rules of reality wherever it passed.
"No! Retreat quickly..." The Flesh Demon had just issued a warning when the edge of chaos reached their location.
In the next moment, the five mighty Abyssal creatures were engulfed in the chaotic realm created by Nari.
Within this realm, the fundamental rules of reality were completely rewritten.
The direction of gravity began to change randomly; the Flesh Demons found themselves being pulled towards the sky one moment, pressed towards the ground the next.
Time flow exhibited massive discrepancies; time nearly halted in some areas while rapidly flowed in others.
Even the basic attributes of matter became unstable.
Their blood began transforming into various bizarre liquids.
Some turned into mercury, others into lava, and some into a strange luminous unknown material.
The Flesh Demons emitted harrowing screams as their bodies began uncontrollably deforming.
Muscle tissues flowed like liquid, bone structures rearranged.
Even those pieced-together faces began to melt, their expressions twisting into an unbearable sight.
The Dream Spiders fared slightly better; their phantasmal constitution offered some resistance to the chaos.
But those eyeball-like legs began to present overlapping images.
Each leg simultaneously existed in multiple different spatial positions, appearing like some surrealist artwork.
"This level of chaos control..."
One of the Dream Spiders fearfully realized it couldn’t maintain a stable form of existence, the abdominal beautiful face starting to distort:
"This is beyond what an Apostle can achieve..."
They desperately sought to escape the chaotic realm.
But Nari’s power bound them in place like invisible chains.
Whenever they attempted to use teleportation or phase shifts, the chaotic power would distort these magics, teleporting them to even more dangerous locations.
As these scouts fell into despair, a chilling voice echoed from the center of the Chaos Storm:
"Since you’ve come, don’t hurry to leave."
Nari’s voice reverberated throughout the storm, now cold and unfamiliar.
This was no longer the gentle mother facing Ron but a true Abyssal Apostle, a terrifying being mastering primordial chaos:
"Let me educate your master... on the basics of courtesy."
As soon as the words fell, the intensity of chaos instantly surged to a new level.
Two Flesh Demons couldn’t withstand the pressure, their bodies beginning to disintegrate at the microscopic level.
Their screams echoed like thousands of souls wailing simultaneously, but soon came to an abrupt halt.
The entire existence was completely erased by chaotic power, not even leaving soul fragments behind, as if they’d never existed.
The three Dream Spiders fared slightly better but barely maintained a basic form of existence.
Their abdominal beautiful faces began to distort, emitting cries of despair.
That sound contrasted the beautiful songs, filled with pain and hopelessness.
At this moment, the Chaos Storm’s range expanded once more.
This time, the target was no longer the pitiful scouts but the two Apostle bodies hidden in the distance.
Approximately tens of kilometers from the storm’s core, in a spatial rift.
"Mad Bite" Mogron was observing the situation ahead.
This ancient Apostle had an appearance utterly matching its terrifying name.