Childhood Friend of the Zenith

The turtle once said something.

“How many types do you think exist in what you call sorcery?”

Naturally, I answered that I didn’t know. As I listened, I realized that the information I had gathered, especially in the Northern Sea of the Central Plains, was alarmingly limited.

The heart-shaped ring formed by the sorcery.

The inner or magic energy, or what they call demonic energy, is different from what I felt. It's a different kind of energy altogether.

What does it achieve by forming this energy?

The turtle described it as an embodiment of contradictions and alienness.

Sorcery is about making the impossible possible.

It’s about touching what cannot be touched.

It’s about seeing what cannot be seen. That, in itself, is sorcery.

With that in mind, there are two main kinds of sorcery.

As I explained above.

Seeing what cannot be seen.

And...

“Touching what cannot be touched.”

Creak!

I grabbed with my hand. The sensation felt like several ropes were tangled together. But, in reality, there was nothing to grab.

It was just the sensation of seeing and touching as if it were real.

Sorcery is a strange and difficult force to explain.

The things that Jegal Clan and his men used are ultimately in the realm of sorcery, but it’s closer to the technique of formations or barriers.

The energy that forms the thread in my view of sorcery. I twist it, create it, express it, and create something from it.

The origin is the wind.

It’s the wish for something to be formed through sorcery. Based on that, a ritual is created to generate results.

At first, I thought this was all nonsense.@@novelbin@@

And, honestly, it was nonsense.

In the end, it's an explanation that doesn't make sense. The turtle said that, instead of trying to understand it, I should just accept it.

I thought to myself, “What kind of nonsense is this?”