Chapter 272: The Eye

Helag wasted no time, activating all his defensive measures. In an instant, he transformed into a towering figure clad in black armor, surrounded by a multicolored shield.

But he didn’t stop there. With a wave of his hand, he cast an absolute defense spell on Amisha as well.

Amisha, who had grown up in a safe environment with little sense of danger, was slow to react.

She was confused at first when Helag began casting spells on her, but when he added a shield around her, she finally realized something was wrong.

Quickly, she cast a green shield on herself. After all, she was a first-level liquefied wizard and not weak by any means.

Meanwhile, in the sewers below, the blood-red claw had transformed into a glowing red orb.

In the next moment, both the red light and the six corpses nearby vanished.

Above Israel’s estate, a rift suddenly appeared in the sky. As soon as it did, an overwhelming pressure poured out from it.

The roof of the estate collapsed instantly, debris raining down onto the black shield below.

If not for Israel’s quick reaction, the rubble would have crushed the guests beneath it.

These were all prominent figures from various sectors, and if they had died here, it would have been a disaster.

Even Israel wouldn’t have been able to bear the consequences.

The guests looked up at the rift, confused and unsure of what it was.

In the next moment, an eye appeared within the rift.

Helag immediately covered Amisha’s eyes. “Don’t look.”

He lowered his own head as well, knowing that this was not something they could gaze upon.

If it weren’t for the bloodline power of the Thunder God Ancestor flowing within him, Helag wouldn’t have been able to take even a glance.

He understood that whatever lay beyond the rift was far beyond his comprehension.

Amisha nodded, trusting Helag’s warning without resistance.

However, not everyone reacted as quickly. Some guests instinctively glanced at the eye, only to collapse to the ground, blood pouring from their orifices.

They died without a sound, their heads exploding as if something had burst them from within.

One of the victims was a first-level official wizard, dead without warning.

At that moment, everyone realized they couldn’t look at the entity beyond the rift.

They all closed their eyes or lowered their heads.

The eye in the rift seemed to be struggling, as if trying to enter this world.

But it was met with great resistance, and the rift itself began to close.

The eye’s gaze was filled with fury, clearly displeased at being hindered.

Soon, the rift closed completely, healing like a wound.

The oppressive atmosphere vanished, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, utterly exhausted.

Amisha collapsed into Helag’s arms, unconscious.

Helag, however, was fine.

His strong physique and powerful bloodline had shielded him from most of the pressure.

Looking around, Helag saw that the estate was now in ruins, with several people lying on the ground.

The eye had only appeared for two or three seconds, but in that brief time, it had caused immense pressure on everyone.

Israel couldn’t even imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t immediately activated the third-level defensive wizard array.

The pressure they had felt was already reduced by the array.

Outside the array’s range, the garden had been flattened by the sheer force.

Fortunately, the estate was designed as a standalone structure, so no other buildings were damaged.

Israel felt a wave of fear wash over him. If he hadn’t reacted in time, everyone would have died.

The black crystal he had used was one of his trump cards, a powerful defensive tool that could be deployed quickly.

He hadn’t expected to use it in such a situation.

Even so, a few people had died, and handling the aftermath would be troublesome.

Israel sighed. He hadn’t anticipated that hosting a ball would lead to such a disaster.

At that moment, several figures approached from the distance. Helag looked up and saw that it was Priss leading the group.

Priss, usually so carefree, now wore a serious expression.

He landed beside Israel and immediately asked, “What happened?”

They were all members of Seranthiel and knew each other well.

Israel replied gravely, “It was the Abyssal cultists. They opened a planar rift, and something beyond it cast its gaze upon us.”

Priss remained silent for a moment, surveying the scene.

The damage caused by just a single glance was staggering.

The people behind Priss were all second-level wizards responsible for security in Silvermoon City.

They immediately began handling the situation, using various spells to check for hidden dangers and investigating the sewers.

The injured were quickly taken away for treatment, and the families of the deceased were notified.

There was much work to be done.

Helag glanced down at the unconscious Amisha in his arms, unsure of what to do.

Priss and Israel were both swamped with work, clearly too busy to help him deal with the Mori family’s heiress.

At that moment, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a neat mustache approached. He bowed politely and said, “Mr. Helag, I am Blank, the Mori family’s butler. May I ask you to accompany me in escorting Miss Amisha home? Given the recent attack by the Abyssal cultists, I fear I may not be able to ensure her safety on my own. If you can help me return her safely, the Mori family will not forget your kindness.”

Helag nodded. “Alright, I’ll help you escort Miss Amisha home.”

He had little choice in the matter.

Amisha was the Mori family’s precious daughter, and if anything happened to her, Helag would be held responsible.

The Mori family wasn’t known for being reasonable in such matters.

Ensuring Amisha’s safe return would prevent any further trouble from coming his way.

“Thank you!” Blank bowed deeply in gratitude.

He was only a first-level crystallized wizard and didn’t feel confident in his ability to fully protect Amisha.

Helag’s earlier display of power had not gone unnoticed by Blank.

Having an extra ally was always a good thing.

The Mori family’s carriage was parked outside. Helag carried Amisha into the carriage, while Blank took the reins and drove them toward the Mori estate.

Amisha’s breathing was steady, though she remained unconscious.

Helag had already checked her condition and found nothing seriously wrong. She just needed some rest to recover.

Amisha’s body wasn’t as strong as his, and she hadn’t been able to withstand the immense pressure, causing her to faint after about a second.

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