Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

After bidding farewell to the two jealous men and the somewhat frivolous playboy, they briefly sought shelter from a light rain in the grove. The two then prepared to head to their next destination.

I didn't really have any plans. I just kept going, stopping to visit any interesting places I came across. Then I'd buy a lot of local specialties, sometimes even getting ripped off and spending a lot of money unnecessarily.

Elena soon discovered a very embarrassing problem.

In fact, she had discovered it long ago, but she just hadn't dared to face it.

My travel expenses are almost gone.

Even accepting the girl's gold coin was a drop in the ocean. How did those coins disappear? Damn it... why am I so poor?

"Damn it, where did my money go?" Elena complained.

“Sometimes you can spend five gold coins a day. How do you think all that money disappears?” Qin interrupted.

"Shut up, did I ask you?"

"Oh."

Do you think I don't know how the money disappeared? What I need is the truth.

"No, I need to make money properly in the next country," Elena said resolutely.

Because she earned a lot of gold coins from that commission in Chernsas, Elena hadn't accepted any commissions for over a month. Her wallet, like water without a source, had naturally emptied.

She suddenly felt inexplicably envious of Qin, who could go without eating or drinking, thus saving a lot of money.

But the thought of going hungry...

Forget it.

Money can be earned back, but that curse is unnecessary and shouldn't be used.

Just as she was carefully finalizing her money-making plan, she didn't realize that she was slowly driving her broom toward a dark cloud.

The dark cloud seemed to have formed suddenly, and it was right in front of Elena before she could react, catching her completely off guard.

Such situations sometimes occur during high-altitude flights, something Elena had long been accustomed to after traveling for so long. To plunge headlong into dark clouds would be a sign of mental instability.

The best course of action is, of course, to make an emergency landing.

Elena then prepared to make an emergency landing on her magic broom.

But the moment she infused the magic, she suddenly felt a blockage, as if the magic had evaporated into thin air when it was being released and gathered.

The broom did not react at all, but instead plunged headlong into the dark clouds as if out of control.

"What's wrong?" Qin seemed to have sensed something was wrong as well, after all, plunging headlong into the dark clouds was not something Elena would do foolishly.

“The magic—has dissipated.” Elena used the most accurate word available at the moment.

It's dissipation!

Even when using a wand, Elena struggled to cast the spells she wanted, or the power of her magic was reduced by dozens of times.

They are now completely enveloped in this dark cloud.

Now, her connection with the broom is like that of a small boat moored on the shore during a storm, pulled by a fishing line; it feels as if she might lose touch with the broom at any moment.

At that time... Elena didn't even dare to imagine the consequences.

Falling from such a height, Irena wasn't even sure if she could use magic to avoid dying.

What exactly is this dark cloud?

If I hadn't been overthinking things, I probably would have noticed that ominous cloud earlier. But now it's too late.

The deeper one goes into this dark cloud, the more severely the magic dissipates.

Soon, another terrible piece of bad news arrived.

Elena felt as if her magic was being drained by these clouds.

Now her magic reserves are less than half gone.

At that moment, she finally recalled a very strange climate disaster she had once read about. At the time, she had read the book as a ghost story, assuming it was just something others made up for fun, since making things up wasn't uncommon.

Demon cloud.

If the book's description is correct, then...

"Boom..."

Thunder and lightning.

Countless lightning bolts gathered in the clouds. This was elemental magic generated by the magic cloud absorbing the surrounding magic power. The formation of those lightning bolts might also have been partly due to the magic power that Elena once possessed.

"Magic Cloud?" Jean murmured.

He also knows?

But Elena knew now was not the time to think about that.

The most urgent task is to force the broom to land; this is essential—otherwise…

Elena, you need to calm down.

Since the person who wrote that book survived and was able to write it, then she could survive too. Certainly… She hadn't considered asking Qin for advice on how to resolve the situation.

She had subconsciously ignored these things.

After all, Qin has no magic power. What can he do in this situation? He has already done a great service by not falling and causing the Yin-Yang Sphere inside his body to explode.

Irena struggled to control the raging magic.

She had never fought so desperately before—this was the first time she had faced a true life-or-death crisis since becoming a witch. Once the magic gathered, most of it would be absorbed by the magic cloud, instead becoming nourishment for the electrical elements.

Now she was like someone gritting her teeth and trying to hold onto a fishing line so thin it could break at any moment, preventing the small boat moored on the shore from being swept away by the wind and waves.

If an ordinary magician encountered this situation, they would surely be reduced to ashes.

You have to try your best to dodge the surrounding lightning while also directing the broom to land little by little.

But even as the magic dissipated, the broom was unable to force its way out of the magic cloud's range.

Elena had no idea how many meters she had crash-landed; the dark, oppressive magic cloud had long since disoriented her. All she knew was that her magic was depleted.

Most of the magic power of the spells she released was absorbed by the magic explosion clouds, and those clouds would also actively absorb the magic power that Elena originally possessed.

With one thing diminishing and the other increasing, the magic naturally ran out.

hateful……

Running out of magic power usually means that a magician can no longer cast any spells, but this is only in the general sense.

Without hesitation, Elena cut off her beautiful, waist-length gray hair, which then burned fiercely in her hands, unleashing a large amount of magic power.

For magicians, it is possible to sacrifice something important to unleash a large amount of magic power when necessary.

Including but not limited to hair, blood... or memories...

Elena never imagined she would one day actually need to use such a method. Human strength is truly insignificant in the face of nature's magnificent craftsmanship.

This hard-won magic was like a thirsty person getting a sip of water.

The situation has improved somewhat, but it remains critical.

"No—I still can't see the edge of this demonic cloud." Elena had already crash-landed quite a distance, but the surrounding scenery seemed unchanged.

It was pitch black.

There were also occasional flashes of lightning and thunder.

The magic power from her burning gray hair was about to burn out, and just as Elena was about to burn something further, randomly generated sparks of electricity suddenly focused around her and then slammed into her.

The numbness throughout her body immediately plunged her into serious injury, and the faint connection between her and the broom was finally severed.

The broom started running wildly everywhere, and even with Elena's superb driving skills, she couldn't avoid slipping off the broom no matter how hard she tried.

ended?

Elena, who had fallen from the broom, struggled to reach for the broom handle, but grasped nothing.

I don't want to die...

A feeling of weightlessness and numbness spread throughout her body, an unmistakable declaration that her time was drawing to a close, and the fear of death made her close her eyes tightly. In her final moments, the last thing she remembered was Victorique's parting words.

Is this the end of my trip?

Mother……

sorry……

I might... not be able to come back...

sorry……