Dawn of the Grey Tower

Entities are indeed clunky for light and shadow. Of course, the light and shadow mentioned here are free, they are not attached to a specific light source or material entity, but phenomena that exist independently.

This is actually a bit out of common sense, because under normal circumstances, both light and shadow need a source, and light and shadow that exist discretely from this source are very rare.

Rare does not mean none. In other words, it is not that they never exist, but that people's concept of time cannot capture them. Because the light is too fast, so is the shadow it creates, so people always feel that the light is in bunches, and as long as the middle is covered, the whole will disappear.

But that is just a characteristic of light. In an infinitely narrow time slice, light also has the characteristic of being composed of particles. Therefore, the light that has been emitted does not disappear because of the occlusion behind it, it just rushes too fast and dissipates at the end.

The fast-paced magic of the brothers and sisters refers to this characteristic, intercepting the rootless light and shadow, and using it as their own transformation. As a result, they have obtained an unparalleled speed. In theory, their spellcasting does not have any conduction process, and the speed at which the mind rotates is the speed at which the spell is cast.

With such speed, it only takes a simple weapon to kill most of the targets in the world. Even if it is an evil god, the reaction speed of its physical entity cannot be faster than light.

However, this is all ideal spellcasting. Human beings are human after all, and some physical limitations cannot be broken through.

"If it weren't for this weak body, you would have died." The gray robe holding the light said to Cheese.

His tone was not excited, and what he stated was indeed true. If the mage's body structure can provide a faster thinking speed, even if it is only for a moment, the gap is enough to kill cheese.

"Is this body weak? I don't think so." Cheese, who was weak because his blood was lit up, leaned on his staff, and he simply sat on the ground and changed to a more relaxed posture to recover his strength.

The only one who can kill the gray robe so easily is the gray robe. He has experienced at least two death threats just now, both in the blink of an eye. But so what? He survived, and he could even kill the fellow who shot at him. This is also something done with this human body, not exceeding it at all, not exceeding it in the slightest.

It is precisely because of the limitations of this body that humans do not take magic for granted like creatures from the age of mythology. There is a kind of strength that comes from the upper limit, which is invincible because of its invincibility. This is the strength of rocks and the strength of giant dragons.

The other kind of strength comes from making extraordinary actions in a limited environment, so it can often turn danger into safety. This is the strength of water and the strength of people.

"You win, call it what you want. But when we get a step further, out of this stupid body and become part of the light, we'll..."

"It will cease to exist. Because light does not think like humans. I have seen your argument in other people, and now the guy should still be dying, in a living way."

The person Cheese said was Dionysus, the gray robe who studied carnival magic combined the boundaries of selflessness, but it brought complete distortion and self-loss. His carnival killed him, but prevented him from experiencing physical death, so even if Cheese took away the gray robe, Dionysus is heading towards an almost impossible death today.

In a sense, that crazy gray-robed man had indeed reached an ideal state, but he made an uncomfortable choice at the last step of that state. He was too reckless to take the last step according to his own understanding, and he could only bear the price of this mistake that could never be made up for.

"It's just that he went the wrong way." The younger sister of the siblings answered as a matter of course. Of course, they are gray-robed mages, no one can be more sure than gray-robed mages that their research is absolutely correct, otherwise they would not be able to get to where they are today.

But this also means that a small deviation may lead to an irreversible change in the research route of a gray robe. There used to be someone who could tell them about this deviation, but now that person is gone, so every gray robe is chasing after his shadow.

While worrying about themselves, they also believe in themselves.

"Whatever you say, we don't have time to accompany you now. Next time we catch up, we won't be so polite."

Cursed Crow squatted in front of the siblings, and tapped the pillow covers on their wrists, seemingly threatening, but actually cast a curse on them, preventing them from recovering their mobility immediately.

After finishing this, he got up and walked towards the door of Cheese's room first. He knows that Cheese and Sleeper can see what he has done, and he can probably guess that Cheese, who has always been gentle with his classmates, will have some criticisms.

Cheese has such decisive power most of the time, but if you want him to immediately decide how to deal with his hostile colleagues, he still hesitates. The cursed crow will make a decision for him only if he knows this.

A decision that Cheese can barely accept.

The sleeper took one last look back at the siblings, or to be more precise, her pillowcase. Dreamwalker's bedding is like the staff of other mages. In fact, Cursed Crow doesn't need to use curses at all. Sleeper has his own way to make those two people no longer a threat.

"Afterwards wash it and return it to me."

This was the last sentence the Sleeper said to them, after which she grabbed Cheese's robe and disappeared into the door. Grabbing the clothes is obviously not because of nervousness, but the mages have foreseen that passing through the gate may cause the companions who are together to disperse to different areas.

The result was indeed the case. After a weak sense of pulling, the three of them relied on the prepared magic to shield the follow-up influence, and only then could they stand firm and no longer be affected by the unknown magic.

What appeared in front of them at this time was no longer the cheese room, but a simple warehouse, like a forgotten weapon room in an old castle. A large number of metal products were quietly displayed on the shelves hanging on the wall, and some dark-colored shields hung high in the air as decorations.

Cheese glanced at the door when he came in. Unsurprisingly, although the latter was open, the place it led to was no longer the space they were familiar with.

Compared with the dark masonry passage, the weapon room, still lit with warm candles, looks more suitable for exploration.

"I didn't know the teacher had a habit of collecting these things."