Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 795 - 359: Dream-eating Beast (2)

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Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Astraea recognized the ominous implications of a certain name from Chloe's divinations, as her star disc pendant glowed with warning and high-level predictions revealed a figure shielded by higher powers. Chloe shared visions of blood-red skies, twisted figures, and shadows devouring light, prompting Astraea to entrust her with the amplifying Celestial Sphere and direct her to the Abyssal Observation Station to consult Professor Yutel. With her mature Dream-eating Beast, Night Mist, Chloe prepared for departure at dusk amid a purplish-red sky.

Astraea gave a final inspection to the protective charms and self-activating spells:

"The gift of prophecy brings blessings yet curses alike. Unveiling truth isn't always beneficial; at times, ignorance offers true safeguard."

She passed a silk pouch over to Chloe:

"I've crafted this magic crystal alongside multiple Dark Sun Level Elders, infused with the power of our utmost blows. Keep in mind, deploy it solely when facing certain death."

Chloe took the pouch with utmost care, her Spiritual Perception clearly picking up the horrifying energy stored inside.

It felt akin to grasping multiple bombs primed to detonate instantly.

"I promise to stay cautious, Grandma Leia."

A low, purring rumble came from the Night Mist, indicating its preparedness.

Chloe softly caressed its damp tentacles, feeling the intense hunger radiating from them.

A craving for the Dream Realm and an urge to consume everything.

"Time to depart, Night Mist. We're off to uncover the truths we seek."

At Chloe’s gentle order, the Dream-eating Beast began its slow ascent.

The way it moved through the sky was profoundly strange, not by beating wings but by gliding as if through water.

Blurry afterimages trailed from the tentacles, leaving onlookers to perceive only warped air and bewildering plays of light and shadow.

Their journey remained mostly serene, thanks to the illusion veil woven by the Night Mist that dodged most lurking dangers.

Yet nearing the Great Abyss, Chloe’s inner disquiet grew ever stronger.

This pull resembled nearing a massive vortex, as Magic Concentration in the atmosphere steadily rose, bringing oppressive weight.

Even more disturbing, her prophetic gift started showing erratic pulses, flashing disjointed glimpses now and then.

While struggling to interpret these omens, a deep cautionary drone erupted from the Night Mist.

The Dream-eating Beast’s sharp senses had picked up irregularities up ahead.

An intensely perilous presence loomed, infused with the Abyss’s signature warped essence.

"Trouble ahead..." Chloe murmured, activating astrology to probe further.

Within her foresight, hazy scenes started to form:

A woman with white hair poised at the cliffside, encircled by fearsome Blood Demons.

These Abyssal Creatures’ gazes blazed with intelligent fire, marking them beyond mere animal ferocity.

Yet the true horror for Chloe stemmed from the aura cloaking the woman.

Not the typical magical surge of a Wizard, but a profound, corrupted energy.

As if the Abyss’s very intent hid beneath a human facade.

"Night Mist, drop our altitude while preserving the cloak of invisibility," she ordered warily.

The Dream-eating Beast obeyed without delay, bolstering the illusion shield’s potency.

Too late, however—the entity below had sensed their coming long ago.

Deep in a secluded ravine, Uphemia lingered at the precipice, gazing far into the Abyss’s depths.

Her complexion gleamed flawlessly pale like fine porcelain, eyes a deep crimson reminiscent of fresh blood, exuding an eerie otherworldly allure.

White locks danced in the wind, stark against her opulent dark red robe.

Five Blood Demons stood silently in her wake.

Though these Abyssal Creatures raged wildly by nature, Uphemia’s bloodline dominance rendered them tame as loyal companions.

The massive leader, over eight meters tall, bore throbbing veins across its form, huffing scalding vapor from flared nostrils.

"Intriguing guests approach..." Uphemia whispered, a sly grin curling her lips.

Her sensory prowess outstripped any common Wizard’s, letting her detect the concealed spiritual ripples overhead with clarity.

Even the Dream-eating Beast’s masterful camouflage yielded hints to one bearing her unique lineage.

From her chest, Uphemia drew forth a compact recording crystal.

Such tools captured battle footage as proof for New Star Plan reviews.

The Conquest Faction valued real fight prowess highly; one solid battle log outweighed stacks of scholarly treatises.

"Fortune favors me this day." She tenderly patted the lead Blood Demon’s crown, sensing its bloodlust pulsing through:

"Perfect chance to trial fresh battle formations and bolster my appraisal score."

A faint signal from her hand conveyed her command to the Blood Demons instantly.

Still, the assault needed to masquerade as mere mischance.

The Blood Demons supposedly slipped from restraint, lashing at blameless travelers.

Restlessness stirred in the Blood Demons, their wise flames dimming as savage madness overtook their stares.

"Damn! Can’t control it!"

Uphemia yelled on purpose, her tone laced with precisely the right touch of alarm.

Yet her ’restraint’ proved clearly ’useless.’

The leader Blood Demon unleashed a thunderous bellow, unfurling its enormous wings before rocketing upward into the heavens.

Blazing with incredible velocity, it hurtled directly at the Dream-eating Beast, resembling a crimson meteor streaking through the air.

Chloe’s prophecy power exploded with piercing warnings, as though innumerable needles stabbed into her mind all at once.

She could even ’see’ the Blood Demon’s wide-open jaws, its packed rows of razor teeth as horrifying as the portals of Hell.

"Danger! Turn left!"

The Night Mist swiftly performed dodging maneuvers, barely evading the Blood Demon’s opening attack.

However, the Blood Demon’s onslaught wasn’t over; it deftly twisted its body mid-flight, gearing up for a far more lethal follow-up strike.