Indescribable tarot cards

This tap on the shoulder seemed to be some kind of signal, symbolizing the end of this unexpected meeting.

In an instant, Aaron felt that everything around him began to blur.

Everything in front of you has become a distinction between lines and color blocks, with clear distinctions.

Just when he was about to leave this space, he accidentally glanced at the clouds above his head.

At this moment, he froze.

The originally dark clouds also turned into blocks of color and lines at this moment, but vaguely, Aaron seemed to see some kind of existence hidden behind the clouds.

In other words, a certain eye.

It is extremely difficult to describe that feeling. I can only say that it is not a real eye, but a concrete product of some kind of gaze.

An indescribable existence cast its gaze, and I don’t know if it was hiding behind the clouds on purpose. Anyway, its gaze was quietly high above the clouds, looking down at the earth.

Looking down at these endless tombstones and two living people...

This sense of gaze is like a sword hanging in the air, high above, observing like a detached world.

However, this existence is not as sharp as the Hanging Sword.

For Aaron, this feeling of surprise was no less than secretly playing a game in class and seeing the peaceful "smiling face" of his class teacher when he looked up.

For a moment, you didn’t know whether the class teacher had just passed by or whether he had been there the whole time.

At this moment, Aaron, who was about to leave, even had the illusion that his underwear was being seen through.

He tried to open his mouth wide and prepared to shout with all his strength, but the words lost their proper meaning at this moment.

Rick, who was originally close at hand, was now far away in the horizon, a blur of color.

Of course, Rick couldn't hear Aaron's prompt, so maybe he didn't know that the conversation between the two just fell into the sight of this nameless person.

"Maybe, He doesn't care at all..."

Aaron could only comfort himself in this way.

Perhaps, this being high above the clouds did not hear clearly the exchange between the two ants at his feet. Of course, it is more likely that he did not care at all.

However, no matter what, Aaron's sense of crisis quietly increased.

Although he had tried his best to warn himself to be cautious, it seemed that it was not enough!

For a moment, Aaron didn't know whether Rick knew about the indescribable existence above his head.

Due to his hurry, he didn't see the figure clearly at all.

The system seems to have not popped up any prompts because of this.

However, Aaron found that the surrounding color blocks were still moving away, and the lines were gradually fading.

The world around him slowly turned into black nothingness.

Instead of returning directly to the real world as expected, he seemed to be stuck in a temporary transitional space.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the feeling when entering this world at the beginning. It is like floating in a dark ocean, letting one's own existence rise and fall.

No sound, no color, no perception…

Compared to that time, Aaron is obviously much more mature now. After experiencing various extraordinary events, he has even become resistant to such similar events.

At least I can stabilize my mind and treat everything around me calmly.

At this moment, his soul should be injected into the body again.

And after that...

Aaron, who was in the soul body state, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

After going out, we have to face the berserk Anne...

Although Rick didn't say it explicitly, Aaron could guess now that entering Albert's cemetery just now should also be a kind of spiritual communication.

He communicated with Rick for a long time, but in the real world, maybe only a moment passed.

Since Rick wants him to live well, it is impossible to make such a stupid mistake...

Thinking like this, there was a sudden light around me.

A faint flame appeared in front of Aaron.

The crimson flame floated like rootless duckweed, perhaps because he couldn't see any light originally, but at this moment, Aaron only felt that this flame was particularly dazzling.

However, this flame had no temperature at all. Even if it was close at hand, Aaron did not feel the slightest burning sensation.

Somehow, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and grasped the flame.

There was no feeling, as if the flame was just an illusion.

When Aaron touched it, the flame burst quietly like a bubble.

However, at this moment, Aaron clearly heard the knocking sound.

It's clumsy and clumsy, like a confrontation between some hard objects, with a strange melody.

Before he could realize what it was, in an instant, one or two scattered sparks appeared in front of his eyes.

No need to explain, Aaron had a clear idea in his mind - it was to make fire.

Chiseling stones to make fire.

Scattered sparks were splashing, flying around like headless flies in this dark space.

However, every spark that splashed was not extinguished, but instead flickered with crimson light and hung in the air.

The chiseling sound continued, and sparks kept popping up, accumulating in the air.

It may be that the accumulation of Mars has reached a certain limit. At a certain moment, these countless crimson light spots suddenly flashed.

There was no additional sound, but Aaron seemed to be able to hear the "whoosh" sound - the sound of flames escaping.

The sound of chiseling disappeared quietly at this moment, and only the beating flame remained in the darkness.

But this is not the end.

The flames were slowly expanding, quietly enlarging from the original size of a pea. In the blink of an eye, they had surpassed Aaron and squeezed out the darkness.

The darkness in this space is just a relative concept.

Under the light of this fire, there is nothing but nothingness under the darkness.

Rather than saying that the firelight shone on this darkness, it was better to say that the firelight squeezed out and replaced the darkness.

The firelight is dancing quietly and silently, constantly building and changing.

Although it was just a flame, Aaron seemed to be able to see countless shapes from the flame.

Formless fire.

It has no form and can have thousands of forms.

The long-lost information flow flooded into his mind again, but it was different from the previous information flow. This time, Aaron vaguely mastered some of the techniques of the Formless Fire.

If the inexplicable feeling last time simply told him how to ignite the formless fire, then this time, he roughly knew how to use the formless fire.

When the flame reaches its peak, it explodes.

As a result, this churning living fire quietly exploded.

Aaron subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes, only to feel that his eyes were red.

At the same time, the burning sensation quietly returned.

Everything around him began to change shape.

Then, Aaron heard a cry of surprise.

A gray-white, squirming block of color broke through the crimson color and hit him.