Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the world of alchemy, the world's will is contracting violently and retreating continuously.

It attempts to withdraw itself from those areas already covered by all things and retreat back to the final core area.

But it was all in vain.

It is just a rotten piece of wood without any foundation, and one day it will collapse with a crash.

Its movements became slower and slower; it was still moving, but its steps became smaller and slower.

As if sensing its own irreversible fate, the will of the world couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.

On the main city of alchemy, as the chaotic mist gradually dissipated, everything around seemed to return to normal, and the sky and the earth were revealed before our eyes.

But... everything seems to have changed.

The cheers on the city wall gradually subsided, and those who were still alive looked at the dark, stormy sky and seemed to feel the world was crying out in sorrow.

Alchemists felt this most deeply, as they spent their entire lives familiarizing themselves with the rules of the world and mastering their true names.

The world is now in mourning, and its rules are in disarray.

Everything seemed to be telling them this.

The world is doomed...

Some people looked up at the sky, at the thinning clouds and the changing color of the earth.

Some people looked down at their hands, at the fading alchemical runes on their palms.

An alchemist sitting beneath the city wall placed his hands flat on his knees, looking down at the completely vanished outlines of the lines in his palms.

He watched for a long time, until raindrops fell into his palm.

He looked up at the sky.

It's raining... Is the world crying?

The sky had changed color, from a dark, cloudy black to a grayish-white.

It's as if the world's original colors have been removed, and it has lost its original vitality.

The remaining plants on the ground are also changing color.

The green of the leaves is fading, like fabric that has been repeatedly washed by water, becoming lighter and lighter in color.

As time passed, the grayish-white light of the myriad phenomena gradually covered the last untouched area of ​​this world.

It advanced along the boundary between earth and sky, like a curtain closing, covering all remaining gaps.

The will of the world did not escape that region; its aura flickered faintly in the final moments of the convergence of all things, like the last flicker of an oil lamp before the oil runs out, and then it went out.

The will of the entire world is rapidly merging into the body of all things.

Standing on the land of the alchemical world, Lynn felt the persistent oppressive feeling in his body completely disappear.

The weight that had been pressing down on me was finally completely lifted off my body.

He stood still, quietly observing the changes in the world.

The grayish-white light of the universe flowed beneath his feet, across his insteps, and over the abandoned alchemical array patterns.

Like a slowly extending river, it flows over all surfaces that still retain traces of the old world, incorporating them into its coverage.

The wind stopped.

The surviving alchemists were still looking at the sky, but the sky no longer changed.

It remained grayish-white, seemingly never to return to its original color.

The light of all things continued to spread outwards, flowing from his feet to farther places, pulling the whole world into his own little world.

The light pierced through ruins and withered grass, across hillsides and wastelands, extending to every place where traces of the indigenous people still remained, and then continued to push outward.

Those indigenous people covered by the light of the universe did not die, nor did their bodies change in any way.

However, the world's will has completely dissipated, and all phenomena have taken control of everything in the world.

A few days later, strange phenomena appeared again in the eternal gray-white sky of the Alchemy World.

The first to notice were the alchemists standing at the edge of the ruins.

They are clearing away the ruins of the city walls that have been eroded by the chaotic mist, repairing the array patterns, and preparing to resist new changes.

Someone looked up to wipe their sweat and noticed the change in the sky.

A dark area, like a mirage, appeared on the gray-white sky, slowly spreading inward from the edges until it gradually occupied the entire sky.

Outlines began to emerge from the dark area, initially just blurry dark clumps, then gradually becoming clearer, revealing the direction of the mountains, the bends of the rivers, and the edges of the forests.

That was actually a complete world projection!

The projection hangs upside down above the sky of the alchemical world, like a giant mirror falling from a high latitude to a low latitude, its edges slowly pressing down.

A young alchemist stood atop the highest point of the city wall, looking up in astonishment at his reflection in the sky.

The tool used to carve the array patterns slipped from his palm and struck the gravel with a short, sharp sound.

He didn't bend down to pick it up; he just kept looking up at the projection that was pressing down on him.

An older sorcerer was also watching, his lips trembling slightly, seemingly confused.

He stretched out his right hand, palm up, trying to manipulate the alchemical tools to touch the projection.

A sharp clanging sound rang out, and a metal disc with a blade-like edge shot rapidly into the sky, heading towards the projection.

Under the expectant gazes of all the alchemists, the metal disc passed through with a glistening sheen.

It seems... it really was just a phantom.

Some breathed a sigh of relief, while others continued to try to touch the phantom with other alchemical techniques to analyze its composition.

Regardless, the projection in the sky continued to press down, becoming clearer and closer.

Like a giant slab of stone slowly falling, its edge has already touched the highest peak of the distant mountains and is continuing to descend along the slope.

People on the streets of the city also saw it.

Someone leaned halfway out of the window, and upon seeing the projection of the world pressing down from the sky, their expression changed drastically, and they quickly retreated.

It seemed that the dilapidated house could give him a little sense of security.

The others were also pointing at the sky, not understanding what was going on.

However, they are just ordinary people, and even if they sensed something was wrong, they were powerless to do anything about it.

Let's just go with the flow.

Several alchemists were sitting on the stone steps by the roadside. They had just come down from the city wall and hadn't even had time to walk back to the association headquarters when they saw the upside-down world appearing in the sky.

One of the old sorcerers, dressed in faded robes, sat on the steps, looking up at the descending sky.

"That's not a mirage; it's a projection of another world."

The younger warlock beside him was also looking up at the sky, his voice more urgent than the older warlock's, tinged with a barely suppressed tremor:

"It doesn't seem to be stopping its descent. If it really crashes down, will we be crushed?"

The old sorcerer shifted his gaze from the sky to the alchemists on the city wall who were testing the projection using various methods, then looked up again at the slowly descending projection:

"We can't stop it. Even if we know we're going to be crushed, there's nothing we can do."

Upon hearing this, the young alchemist paced back and forth anxiously, as if he wanted to do something in these final moments.

Finally, seemingly influenced by the old alchemist's composure in the face of life and death, he also quieted down and stared blankly at the sky.

Oh well, let's just enjoy these last moments.