Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 770 - 351: Illusion Returns (2)

She brewed this potion from her life essence and herbs plucked from the forest's deepest recesses.

A soft emerald radiance started suffusing the atmosphere, every tiny mote of light a crystallized bit of her vital force, potent enough to soothe the wildest spiritual turbulence.

"The forest's melody, the ancient trees' dreamscape...let all chaos fade into peace..."

Ailan murmured the age-old elven spell in a gentle tone.

The verdant tendrils drifted softly through the air, seemingly crafting an unseen web of dreams to shield Ron.

Warmth from his companions' tender care welled up in Ron's chest.

Dale's melody resembled the ocean's soothing hold, while Ailan's scent evoked the woodland's guardian embrace.

These two contrasting forces blended seamlessly, granting him an unparalleled feeling of safety.

The horrifying visions from higher-dimensional data slowly withdrew before this mild power.

His breaths grew steady and profound, his strained mind easing bit by bit.

Once assured their master slept soundly, Dale and Ailan shared a look, mutual concern reflected in their gazes.

"Ailan’s mother..." The Sea Demon Girl's tone held a faint quiver:

"Is the master...shouldering a tremendous burden?"

With her mind ripening, she now perceived the immense weight pressing on Ron's soul.

Not from outside foes, but a far heavier duty-bound obligation.

"I feel it as well."

Ailan's tendrils softly caressed Dale's silvery locks, her words laced with sorrow:

"Since arriving in the Central Lands, the master has changed. His power and standing keep rising, his wisdom expanding, yet that pressing haste..."

She halted, unease flickering in her green gaze:

"It's like some dreadful pursuer dogs his steps from behind, denying him any pause. As though a single halt would let an unstoppable might overtake him."

Dale inclined her head, reminiscence gleaming in her silver orbs:

"I truly long for our Black Mist Jungle days; dangers abounded, yet the master would unwind at times.

He'd converse with us, nurture our progress, and beam with joy at successful experiments."

Her whisper grew fainter:

"Yet nowadays, he broods over mysteries beyond us, his eyes forever shadowed by...worry."

"I wish Lily was with us too."

Dale murmured softly, a hint of solitude in her voice:

"She alone could draw out the master's...tender look. That fully at-ease, genuine smile."

At that name, Ailan's branches quivered faintly.

She vividly recalled the fervent yearning in the girl's stare toward Ron, and the hopeful gleam in Ron's eyes during stolen glances her way.

Silence enveloped them both, aware Ron shouldered loads beyond their grasp.

All they could offer was their unadulterated devotion whenever he required it.

Dale stared at his slumbering visage, her heart roiling with sentiments.

Her bloodline's stir had amplified not just her strength but her emotional depth.

She now fully grasped her affections for her master.

Affection surpassing mere dependence or thanks—something deeper, intricate.

Yet she knew such sentiments might remain unreturned.

Not from his coldness, but because his loads were too vast for mortal heart tangles.

"At least..." Dale murmured inwardly:

"At least I remain at his side, providing some small aid."

She kept singing the cradle song, its tune as mild as lapping tides, wrapping Ron's mind in profound calm.

......

Just as Ron neared true slumber, that recurring lucid dream sensation washed over him once more.

Pre-sleep visions warped and twisted like wax under flame.

Metal walls turned fluid as molten, rune paths writhing madly like coiling serpents in frenzy.

The very air thickened to syrupy sludge, each inhale like gulping alive ooze.

"It's happening again..."

Ron stayed composed, observing with a scholar's steady poise.

As a wizard versed in countless oddities, he mastered detached scrutiny amid otherworldly trials.

This involuntary plunge into dreamspace stemmed from a being vastly beyond his tier.

At that instant, in the surveillance hub's watch room, Uther’s Void Remains hologram materialized amid the intricate monitor grid.

Silver glows swept across the packed screens, each revealing a unique zone of the facility.

As the silhouette skimmed Ron’s quarters, the elder scholar detected the irregularity.

"These spirit fluctuations..."

Uther’s form quivered faintly, silver gaze sharpening with caution.

It signaled a high-dimensional energy ripple, marked by clear cross-realm traits.

Across his thousand-year span, such crushing dread had struck only against select exalted beings.

He moved to trigger the station's crisis cutoff, poised to snap any foreign links.

Yet instantly, an enigmatic datum flowed into his mind like liquid silk.

No voice or sight, but raw intel imprinting straight on the spirit.

The veteran's face morphed from alert to astonished, then to dawning clarity.