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Sophia nodded, then suddenly remembered something. She quickly reached into her storage space and pulled out a small, exquisite spellbook. The cover of the book was woven from violet magical silk, adorned with a sparkling purple gem.
"This book was given to me by Headmistress Leona, and it contains some special mind-linking spells. Perhaps I can use it to find out what really happened to Morris."
Thanos Looking at her, a pair of eyes shimmering with curiosity and interest: "Doing this requires a very high level of mental concentration and magical energy. Are you ready?"
Sophia Took a deep breath, tightly gripping the magic book in her hand, showing a determined expression: "I'm ready. Whatever the cost, I'm willing to try."
She sat down, placed the book in front of her, and began reciting the incantations from the book. A faint purple light rose from the book, slowly enveloping her. She felt a warm flow passing through her body, as if some kind of magical power was being infused from head to toe.
Thanos took a step back, respectfully making space, and focused on observing every movement of Sophia.
Suddenly, Sophia's consciousness felt like it was being sucked into a dark vortex, and she felt a wave of dizziness. Then, she saw Morris.
He was standing at the edge of a huge pit, holding a dazzling sword in his hand. His expression looked very serious, and his demeanor had changed, but at the same time, he also exuded a kind of unprecedented determination and confidence.
Morris seemed to sense her presence, he looked up, his blue eyes meeting Sophia's gaze.
"Sophia, you found me."
"Morris, what are you doing? Where are we?"
"This is a place I have to come to. There are too many monsters here. Sophia, don't come down yet. I'm clearing them out."
Morris Then he added, "Don't worry, I will come back safely."
His voice echoed in her heart, carrying a kind of irresistible power.
"I believe you, Morris. But please be careful too, there are unknown dangers here."
Morris smiled, and in that moment, Sophia felt a warm feeling in her heart.
"Thank you, Sophia. I will, I will be careful."
Then, her consciousness gradually returned to her body. Sophia slowly opened her eyes and saw Thanos standing in front of her, looking worried.
"How are you? Is everything going smoothly?"
Sophia nodded with a smile, "Everything is good. I found him, and he is doing well too."
Thanos seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "That's great, both you and the master are safe and sound, that's the most important thing."
Sophia stood up, put the magic book back in the drawer, and then said to Thanos: "We'll wait for him to come up here."
Thanos nodded ceremoniously to indicate agreement.
At that moment, a series of explosions from the direction of the deep pit in the distance shook the entire Siberian Road.
Sophia and Thanos both felt a sudden intense magical fluctuation, rushing in like a tidal wave.
Sophia immediately stood up, her expression turning resolute: "What's happening over there? We must hurry and go take a look!"
Thanos also felt uneasy: "Indeed, this kind of magical energy fluctuation can only be caused by extremely powerful magical items or magic users of god-tier or one-star level. We should take immediate action."
After clearing away many demons and monsters, Morris arrived at the location of the original deep pit. He looked up at the sky, which was emitting a mysterious light.
At that moment, a shocking change occurred on his back.
Intense magical energy began to gather around his shoulders, and then a magical aura formed a brilliant halo, as if an angel from the Bible was descending.
Finally, a pair of black wings slowly unfolded from his back. These wings appeared to be carved from obsidian, exuding a beautiful and noble atmosphere.
The wingtips shimmered with a faint glow, as if they were the most dazzling stars in the night sky.
After spreading his wings, Morris's body seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, floating in the air automatically. He felt that his body was lighter than before, as if he had shed all his shackles.
Afterwards, he unhesitatingly wielded the pair of black light wings and rapidly ascended from the bottom of the deep pit. The airflow between the wings seemed like meticulously calculated musical notes, harmonious and elegant, with each swing releasing a stunning magical wave.
At the same time, the evil black energy in the deep pit, under the radiance of his wings, evaporated rapidly like dewdrops meeting the sun.
When he flew out of the deep pit, there was a noticeable change in the surrounding atmosphere. The originally oppressive and evil atmosphere was replaced by a refreshing force, just like the earth after a heavy rain, everything became vibrant.
Thanos and Sophia stood at the edge of a deep pit, their eyes fixed tightly on the figure flying up from the bottom of the pit. When they finally recognized the person as Morris, their expressions seemed to freeze, exchanging a look of astonishment and disbelief.
"How...how is this possible?" Thanos asked with twitching corners of his mouth, as if his eyes were still verifying what he saw.
Sophia was also defeated by the scene in front of her, a hint of shock and questioning flashed in her eyes, "Morris, how did you become like this? Where did this power come from?"
Morris smiled slightly, gently waving the exquisite sword in his hand, and said, "This is not just a sword, this is an artifact."
His blue pupils sparkled like precious gems, yet within them seemed to hide a deeper, more majestic radiance than before. Those eyes seemed to carry immortal wisdom and boundless courage, making it difficult for people to meet his gaze.
His skin became even more delicate, displaying a healthy glow and a more even tone. His golden long hair appeared as if bathed in moonlight, each strand shimmering with dazzling light, adding a touch of mystery and elegance.
Even more shocking is that his face seemed to have been re-sculpted, becoming more handsome and dignified. The face seemed to be the crystallization of many generations of rulers, filled with an indescribable noble temperament.
"This sword," Morris looked down at the sword in his hand, then looked up again, "was given to me by fate, just like this new self."
After hearing Thanos and Sophia, they couldn't help but feel more curious and awed by Morris.
The man in front of them is no longer the Morris they once knew. He has become more powerful, more unpredictable, like a newly born mythical hero, exuding an undeniable aura of strength.
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