Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 314 Breathing
【Stretch】

Like the legendary lamp god, once the seal is opened, the monsters that have been curled up for thousands of years burst out. Everyone is surprised that such a tall and majestic thing with infinite magic power is trapped in a small bottle that is less than the size of a palm.

This is what it feels like when you connect with the spiritual perspective.

The depth and breadth of perception are extending, while the boundaries of the self are blurring. Extend your fingertips to every corner of your reach, savoring every inch of matter and space that passes through.

My senses "felt" the mist, the quicksand in the air, moving in heavy and delicate strands and pieces, showing a roughly upward airflow trajectory. Like a boiling pot, the things below are vying to rise up, and this area is stirring and brewing something.

The thing that caused the abnormality still hasn't been found, although he has indeed tried hard to stretch his spirit - if it weren't for this time, he really didn't know that it had expanded to this extent, and the ships carrying the team and supplies seemed a little small in it, not to mention the people in it.

It is not a mere range, but something that actually exists.

In the open perspective, consciousness had some strange doubts. Was he a huge spiritual entity overlooking things, or a creature that needed a few small wooden boards to protect it from drowning in the water?

This misalignment was not good, but now was not the time to stop, he tried to speed up and filter out the signs of concealed activities as soon as possible. The thing that could actively track and attack them couldn't be small, even if it was diving, it should cause a clearly identifiable disturbance.

The waves were rising and falling, with a tendency to increase in amplitude, mixed with the splashes of freezing rain, unknown ripples, and bursting bubbles. But there was no sign of movement.

After the rowers stopped, the boat slid forward a bit due to inertia, sticking to the water surface and drifting with the waves. Logically, they were about to be caught up, but apart from the tense feeling of approaching, they didn't find anything approaching this side.

The humming sound in my ears lingered and gradually became louder, as if there was more than one voice, but was being performed by different people in succession.

Kraft turned his attention to the underwater area, hoping that it was a smart guy who was hiding under the boat to avoid search, but was disappointed again.

There was nothing moving except the bubbles and a little mud carried by the undercurrent.

[Bubbles, mud and sand? ]

Is this something that should appear in the lake?

It wasn't just the area beneath the boat, the water within the reach of the senses had changed from what I'd imagined. The dim light, which was kept to avoid attracting attention, obscured my vision, but my senses, which were focused on finding the imaginary pursuer, ignored this.

In the water that was originally as pure as black crystal, cracks and bubbles rapidly increased and it turned into frosted glass.

"Where?" someone asked. They were ready for battle, but the lack of movement from the observers and the rising voices in their ears indicated that the situation was different from usual.

This was accompanied by dizziness and nausea, as if sitting in a bumpy carriage. The feeling of imbalance, which was no less than the shaking, caused the monks who had lived by the water since childhood to experience seasickness for the first time in their lives.

The reaction was particularly obvious in some people. Green retched violently, trying to vomit out the previous meal that had long been digested. His pupils trembled up and down like bouncing plectrums.

This is an endless mystery that always reveals a new face just when people think they have understood it well enough.

"Nothing is following us!" Kraft did not explain. He tried his best to control his mind and extend it downwards, just like bending over and stretching his arms to reach a small object that fell into the gap between the tables.

The water, mud, and bubbles become increasingly turbid as you go deeper.

Until the mind was stretched to the limit, the perception area was almost torn into a thin, downward-pointing spindle shape, but it still did not touch the lakebed.

It is hard to say that the water below is lake water, as solid components account for only a small proportion. It is more appropriate to describe it as roiling, sticky mud with clusters of bubbles constantly emerging.

It was still a little far from clear, the lake was far deeper than normal, but even if you couldn't see what was happening, you could tell the lake bed was in a violent turmoil.

"Nothing is following us. There is something wrong with this place." Kraft made a judgment, "Row quickly!" "Where to?"

"You can go anywhere, just don't stop!"

No longer caring about hiding, the monks picked up the spare wooden oars and plunged into the water together, trying to push the boat out of the increasingly treacherous current.

Kraft did not shut off his spiritual senses. Deep in the mud, he felt something familiar.

The layers are plucked, and the boundary between the present world and the deeper world is no different from the surface of a drum, being hammered, roaring and vibrating.

When reflected in the ordinary senses, it is translated into abnormal positional sense, causing dizziness, nausea, unstable movements and violent shaking. This is more true for people who have a deeper understanding of and are more sensitive to that side.

Once his spiritual senses are disconnected now, it should be like throwing him into a blender.

There was a cry of surprise in his ears, and Kraft, with difficulty, focused his vision and found that it came from the monk who was looking out the side of the ship.

The gradually turbid water body attracted their attention.

How could they see it? In the time it took for the thought to flash through his mind, one of the oars lost power, and the person holding it seemed to be suddenly attracted by the mud and bubbles in the water at the critical moment and stopped moving.

【See?】

A small lamp in the belly of the boat couldn’t illuminate the water, so it could only be a new source of light.

The light improved slightly, still that dim and thin light, but it came from below, from the lake bed covered by mud.

At this time, the spiritual senses also touched things beyond mud, sand and water.

A straight edge is by no means a nearly straight line like that of natural lake rocks or jointed rock pillars, but a completely man-made creation.

The second, third, and up to the sixth line form a standard shape, which is the base of a prism being lifted up.

And then there are more, like a movable type printing plate, the lake bed made up of prisms is raised in uneven places, oscillating, and emitting extremely penetrating light.

"Look under the belly of the ship, don't turn your head."

The monks carried out the order and fixed their eyes on the flame of the oil lamp in the belly of the ship, thinking of nothing else except moving their arms mechanically.

If they looked overboard at this point, they would see a once-in-a-lifetime sight.

Under the muddy water, countless hexagons like honeycombs were rising, radiating wisps of white light. It was a bleak, dark, and breathtaking celestial light, and the ship seemed to be rowing upside down in the air, sailing on the treacherous moon surface.

The space between the prisms is filled with amorphous supporting biomass, which extends into fibrils and webbed membrane-like filtering structures, stirring up mud undercurrents and spitting out a series of bubbles like exhalation.

Humming as one, with thousands of notes, is an invitation.

Accompanied by a vague and long-lasting sucking sound, whirlpools of different sizes tore through the water surface behind, and the nearest one even pulled the stern off course, pulling the hull back some distance.

But their response was timely.

By the end of this breathing session, which perhaps lasted for more than ten minutes, the boat had basically sailed out of the glowing waters, avoiding the new recruiting activities on the lakebed.