Chapter 23 Chapter 22 Ace

Cadderly ran out of the alchemy shop, closing the damaged door behind him.After a while, the young priest fell to the ground with his limbs sprawled, leaving only a pile of burning fragments in the opposite corner of the iron-clad door.Cadderly did not expect the mixture to react so quickly!He got up and started running, barely maintaining his balance when the second wave of explosions shook the entire area. This time the explosion shattered the door opposite the alchemy shop, and even the wall of the corridor was shattered. Cadderly rounded a corner and glanced back to see a ball of fire engulfing the area.He only hoped that the second door he had destroyed wasn't another entrance to the Lower Realm, that some evil, creepy monster wasn't jumping into the corridor and chasing him.

He ran through another door, then stopped short of another door, because this one was made of iron instead of wood, and it was open. "What did you do?" came an angry yell from inside. Forcing you to face me, Cadderly replied silently, a look of satisfaction replacing the original fear on his face.He walked slowly towards the iron door and pushed it open completely. Cages and glass boxes of all sizes lined the walls of the great room, and a riot of growling and squawking greeted the young priest.The magician stood in front of another door on the opposite side, surrounded by four of the largest cages.Three of them are empty - are they cages for the Manticore, Gamera, and Hydra?Cadderly thought -- but inside the fourth, was a creature that would grow into a truly terrifying monster.A small dragon, its scales gleaming black, was eyeing Cadderly with wicked reptilian eyes.

Cadderly noticed that the magician's shoulders were trembling slightly, and he could see that the tired man's magic power had been greatly consumed.And the young priest's pillar of fire hurt Aballister just now, because the side of the magician's neck was red and blistered, and his fine blue robe hung in tatters. Another explosion shook the hyperspace structure. Aballister gritted his teeth and shook his head.He tried to speak, but the words came out only as a growl. Cadderly didn't know how to react.Should he tell the man to surrender?He was tired himself, perhaps as tired as the older magicians.Perhaps the battle is far from over.

"Your war against Simista Forest is unjustified," said the young priest as calmly as he could. "The same goes for Ba Jin's attack on the Mengzhi Library." The magician sneered. "And what about the attack on Carraton?" he asked brazenly. "That's why I sent the 'Mask of Night' to kill you." Cadderly believed the man was provoking him into action, luring him to strike first.He looked again at the little black dragon, which was staring hungrily at him. "You can still choose to surrender," Cadderly said, trying to counter the wizard's confidence.

"I may accept your surrender," Aballister replied sarcastically, "or I won't!" The magician's dark eyes flashed suddenly, and his hands began to draw in circular motions. Cadderly immediately raised the loaded crossbow and shot an arrow at Aballister without hesitation.His attack was true, but the point of the arrow bounced off the magician's newly erected magic shield, and instead hit the wall high behind, blasting a clear hole.Sparks shone on the scorched edge, and the force of the explosion almost shattered the magical energy that maintained the stability of the space—these magical energy had already been severely impacted by the constant explosions from the alchemy shop.

Cadderly knew he was exposed as soon as he saw the point of the arrow bounce.He chooses to use traditional attack methods, which prevents him from setting up shields.Fortunately, the magician attacks in the form of fire.Aballister hurled a small ball of fire quickly across the room, hitting Cadderly in flames that would have burned his face and hair, but there was enough energy left in the shield he had placed earlier that the flames dissipated Green glow. Quickly recovering from the shock, the young priest reached into his pocket to grab some seeds and throw them back.But Cadderly tossed the seed back into his pocket, and nearly fainted, because it wasn't his turn to attack, nor the magician.

The black dragon spat a stream of acid from between the bars of its cage. Cadderly yelled, turning quickly and throwing himself aside.He didn't instinctively raise his arms in front of him (and if he did, his arms would be scorched).Using the training Danica had given him, he swung his body as far as he could to avoid the acid.Acid streaked across his chest, burning and gnawing at his skin.Cadderly rolled on the ground, seeing his tunic burning, as did the bullet belt. His belt is burning! The young priest screamed in horror and pain, quickly twisted to his knees, and pulled the bullet belt around his head.Aballister apparently thought the battle had turned in his favor, and paid no attention to Cadderly's frenzied behavior, concentrating on trying to cast the next spell.

Cadderly took the flaming belt off, swung it around his head like a lasso, and hurled it across the room.Once it was thrown, he rolled for cover with his head down, curled up in a fetal position, his hands clasped behind his head. The first magical point exploded, Aballister screamed in surprise and terror, and the dragon roared. One after the other, tiny bombs exploded, each explosion seeming louder than the one before.The metal tips and tails of the arrows scatter across the room, clanging against the metal grating, bouncing off the stone wall and shattering the glass. Cadderly could not count the number of explosions, but he knew that there were more than thirty arrow points left in the belt.Instinctively, he tightened his arms around his head and kept screaming, half in order to isolate the terrible riot in the room.

Then the blast died down, and Cadderly worked up the courage to look up.Remnants of small flames glowed around the vast chamber.The dragon fell dead, his body torn apart by the many flying arrow points, but the magician was nowhere to be seen. Cadderly began to stand, for out of the corner of his eye he saw a giant snake slipping out of the broken side of a glass box.He held his staff in front of the snake, stopping its progress until he could trot past. A metal pillar on the side began to disintegrate in a flash, then another, and Cadderly began to realize that he had inadvertently loosened the hold of this entire magical space.

The young priest rushed across the room, through the far door, and into another, narrower corridor.The wizard stood forty feet away, one arm hanging limply at his side, blood seeping from his shoulder, his face blackened with smoke. "Stupid!" Aballister yelled at him. "You destroyed my residence, but its collapse will also lead to your own death!" Those words were true, Cadderly knew.The magical maintenance mechanism is disintegrating.He opened his mouth to answer, but Aballister was not listening.The magician hurried through a nearby door and disappeared. Cadderly ran to try to follow, but the heavy wooden door would not budge.There was another explosion, and the floor arched violently, shaking him to one knee.He looked frantically up and down the corridor for possible exits; he grabbed his crossbow, but remembered that he had no exploding points left.

A blinding light shone through the open door through which he had just entered—light from the disintegration of matter, Cadderly knew.He tries to immerse himself in his magic, finding escape in song. A flash of light streaked across the ceiling above his head, leaving a huge opening, and Cadderly realized he was running out of time. He took out his metal frisbee and hooked his fingers around the loop.He gave them a few quick jerks so they slid to the end of the loop, then yanked them back into his palm with such force that the loop was taut. "Hope you made them strong enough," he muttered, speaking as if Ivan Stoneshoulders were standing beside him.The young priest snorted decisively, and threw the Frisbee towards the door with force. They hit the wood and bounced off, making a deep dent on the surface of the door.A flick of Cadderly's wrist sent them flying back into his hand, and he threw it again, aiming for the same spot. The third throw opened a hole in the door, and a gust of red, blinding dust hit Cadderly.He steadied himself, kept his composure, and slammed on the door again, opening the hole wider with his frisbee. The light from his side stopped flickering and became continuous. Cadderly glanced and found that the corridor there had melted away, and the arc formed by electricity rushed towards him, and at the same time, the stone formed by magic Split to disassemble. Less than twenty feet away was nothingness. Cadderly's weapon struck the door with all his strength.He couldn't even see what was behind the blinding dust, so he could only strike desperately. Ten feet away, the corridor disappeared. Cadderly sensed this, and he threw the disc one last time before slamming his full weight into the damaged door. ※※※ Danica and Dorigen squeezed through dozens of Wall Trinity soldiers, monsters and humans alike.Many soldiers stopped to eye the fierce monk curiously, but when they saw Dorigen at Danica's side, they just shrugged and moved on. Knowing that a word from Dorijen could put her under siege anytime, anywhere, Danica looked more at the magician than at the soldiers hurrying, trying to figure out what was wrong with Dorijen. What is Jane's motivation? When they came to a corner, they heard Fubao's roar coming from behind, and also heard Fubo's giant sword swishing through the wind, and the frantic shouts of the enemies who hurriedly dodged.A goblin sprinted around the corner, then pulled to a stop right in front of Dorigen. "Three of them down!" it screamed, holding four broken fingers in front of it. "Three of them down!" A sickening feeling washed over Danica. "Three of them fell!" The smile on the goblin's face was knocked away by Danica's swift fist. "We have a truce agreement." Dorigen calmly reminded the fiery monk, but from Danica's point of view, Dorigen didn't seem to care too much, and could even be said to be concerned about the injured goblin on the ground The state of rolling is interesting. Danica was around the corner a moment later, poking her head out to see what she'd dreaded seeing.Ivan, Pikel, and Xuelin lay helpless on the ground, while Vander, who was seriously wounded in several places, straddled them, swinging his giant sword back and forth angrily, making it impossible for a large number of advancing enemies to approach. An orc yelled something Danica couldn't understand, and the enemy army broke apart, running away from the Fubo giant, passing Danica quickly, and turning or swooping into the corridor behind her.When she had a clear view ahead, she understood why they were retreating, for a team of crossbows appeared in the corridor behind the Volbol, their weapons at the ready. Vander yelled in defiance, clearly realizing that he was in a desperate situation.Then the phantom of a glowing hand appeared behind him, touched him, and he turned sharply, but his sword missed. Danica's first reaction was to turn around and beat up the magician, guessing that Dorigen must have created the phantom of the hand, and she was also afraid that the magician might hurt Vander.However, before the monk could make a move, the crossbow team had already launched an attack, and dozens of strong arrows suddenly shot at Vander. They bounce or sideways away from the Volbo without taking damage.Some of the arrows stopped in mid-air, trembling in front of Vander, and fell to the ground after their momentum was exhausted. "I'm telling the truth," Dorigen said coldly, walking past Danica and into the empty corridor.She asked Vander to calm down and asked her troops to stop attacking. Some of the soldiers around Danica—orcs, mostly—eyed the monk dangerously, gripping their weapons as if they couldn't comprehend and didn't believe this strange development. Those soldiers who followed the monk and Dorigen from the area where the magician belonged had witnessed Dorigen's anger towards the disobedient orc just now, and there was a whisper in the team, Danica It didn't take long to relax, as the threat was apparently lifted.She rushed around the corner to find Vander also slumped against the wall, exhausted and badly wounded. "Is it over?" the Fubo giant asked breathlessly. "There's no need to fight anymore," Danica replied.Vander closed his eyes and slipped slowly to the floor, and Danica thought he was dying. Danica found, at least, that the dwarves and Sherin were still alive, and Sherin even managed to sit up, raising a hand in greeting.Ivan is by far the worst of the three.He had lost a lot of blood, and lost more despite Danica's futile attempts to stop the flow.To make matters worse, his legs were completely paralyzed and he couldn't feel anything. "Do you have any healers?" Danica asked Dorigen, who was standing next to her. "The priests are all dead," a nearby soldier answered sharply for the magician, for he was also tending to a soldier from Trinity Wall who was soon dying. Danica flinched, remembering Cadderly's cruel treatment of the group, and also felt the irony that what he had done to the priests of Trinity Wall might now cause his friends to die. They lost their lives. Cadderly!The name struck Danica like an enemy spear.where is he?Danica thought.The potentially dire outcome of his showdown with Aballister - his father - echoed more clearly in the monk's mind now, with Ivan lying helpless in her arms.Xuelin seemed to be gaining energy as the minutes passed; Vander's cut had closed and was somehow miraculously healing; and Pikel groaned, grunted, and finally rolled over with a cry of curiosity "Huh?" But Ivan... Danica knew that it was the sheer tenacity of the dwarf that kept him alive, and she wondered how much longer even that considerable strength would hold him.Ivan needs a priest with powerful healing magic—Ivan needs Cadderly. Dorigen ordered a few men to assist Danica in tending, and sent others to the priest's private area to find some bandages, healing potions, and ointments.None of the men who stood in the blood of their companions seemed to want to help the brutal invaders, but none of them dared to defy the magician. Danica pressed hard against a bleeding wound on Ivan's chest, her arms soaked in blood, but she could only wait and pray. ※※※ The little sun shone red.The air is hazy with swirling dust, and the rocky, barren landscapes range in color from orange to dark red.Everything was so still, save for the endless lamenting howls of the wild and stinging wind. Cadderly could see no signs of life in the vicinity, no plant or animal, not even the appearance of water, and he could not imagine any living beings surviving in this barren place.He wondered where he was, but all he knew was that this barren region was not in Toril's land at all. "This place doesn't have any name." Aballister answered the young priest's unspoken question.The wizard stepped from behind a nearby pile of scattered stones and stood facing Cadderly. "At least I haven't heard of it." Cadderly could at least hear the song of Denir singing in his head, and felt a little relieved.He began to sing along quietly, the hand with the magic ring clasped at his side. "I would think carefully before using any magic," Aballister warned, guessing his intentions. "The magical composition here is different from that in our world. Just one flame—" the magician said, looking at the ring, "—could have engulfed the entire planet in a ball of fire." "You know, it's about the dust," the magician continued, reaching out into the wind, and closing his long, bony fingers, rubbing the red powder in his palm. "So unstable." Aballister's genuine composure caught Cadderly's attention. "Your home in hyperspace is ruined," Cadderly said, trying to get the most out of the magician's bravado. Aballister frowned. "Yes, dear Cadderly, you are a real problem. It will take me months to rebuild that majestic piece. It is majestic, don't you think?" "We're stuck here." Cadderly said it as if he was stating the status quo, but he was really afraid that he was telling the truth, so he secretly took it as a question. Aballister's face scrunched up in disbelief, as if he thought the words were ridiculous.Seeing this, Cadderly felt relieved, because if the magician had the magic to make them go back, he believed that God Denir would also point him in the right direction. "You don't like traveling," Aballister remarked, shaking his head almost in disappointment. "I never expected you to be so paralyzed by the comfort of that pathetic library." Now it was Cadderly's turn to frown.What is this man talking about?Why didn't he expect it?What is the meaning of this magician's choice of words?Why this tense? "Who the hell are you?" Cadderly asked suddenly, completely without thinking, not even consciously trying to say the thought. Aballister laughed mockingly at him. "A man who has lived many years longer than you, who has known you better than you think, and who has defeated men and monsters far stronger than you," the magician boasted, and, moreover, he His tone of voice once again reflected his inner composure. "Your dogged persistence and amazing resourcefulness may have helped me," Aballister continued. "Thanks to you, my two main opponents, Bajin and Ragnor, are dead, and I guess Dorigen is too, because you arrived in my room by yourself." "Dorigen tell me how to get in." Cadderly corrected him, wanting to frustrate Aballister more than protect the woman. "She's alive and well." For the first time Aballister seemed genuinely concerned, or at least rather puzzled. "She's not going to appreciate you telling me about her betrayal," he reasoned.He began to want to clarify further, but suddenly stopped, feeling a force, a presence that did not belong to him, invading his thoughts. Cadderly strengthened the power of the Mastery spell, the one he had used to 'persuade' Headmaster Thobex to allow him to go to Wall Trinity.Focusing on the dark area that represented Aballister's self, he hurled a glowing orb of energy into the wizard's mind. Aballister stopped the orb of light, then pushed it back toward the young priest.The magician applauds him telepathically for how easily you have escaped the constraints of your physical surroundings.Although, it is foolish of you to challenge me in this way! Cadderly ignored the messages and continued pushing with all his psychic power.Aballister also pushed back tenaciously, and the light ball of psionic energy seemed to be twisted and flattened, not moving at all. You are strong, the magician commented. Cadderly had similar thoughts about his opponent.He knew his best concentration was poured into the ball, but Aballister blocked it, preventing him from getting any further.The young priest could understand the twists and turns of Aballister's thoughts, the clear flow of rational reasoning, the curiosity that craved to be satisfied, and it seemed to Cadderly that he was looking into some kind of psychic mirror.These two opposites are so similar and yet so different! Cadderly's thoughts began to wander, and he began to wonder how many people in this land of Faerûn had such similar psychic powers, such similar turning processes of thoughts.He believed there must be very little, which led him to speculate on the probable truth of the meeting... The orb of light—a psychic manifestation of excruciating pain—flicked toward him, and Cadderly dropped these tangent thoughts and quickly regained focus.The two sides were deadlocked for a while, neither side made any progress, and neither side was willing to make the slightest concession to the other. There will be no results if this continues, Aballister's thoughts came. Only one person can get out of here, Cadderly replied. He kept pushing, again getting nowhere.But just then, Cadderly began to hear the melody of Denir's song, flowing first around him, then close, and finally into him.These were notes in perfect harmony, bringing Cadderly's concentration to a point where the faithless magician couldn't keep up.Aballister's mind may have been on a par with Cadderly, but the wizard lacked the harmony of mind and the company of the gods.Aballister has no answers to the biggest questions that human beings face as a being, and that's where his weakness lies, his self-doubt. The glowing orb began to move toward the magician, slowly but surely.Cadderly felt Aballister's swollen restlessness, and this only distracted the wizard's focus further. Don't you know who I am?the magician asked telepathically.The level of urgency in his thoughts made Cadderly think the words were just another meaningless arrogance, a fierce denial that someone could beat him in the battle of the mind.The young priest remained undistracted, maintaining focus and exerting pressure—until Aballister played his trump card. "I am your father!" cried the magician. The words struck Cadderly more deeply than any lightning bolt.The sphere of light disappeared, and the spiritual contact was broken and shattered by the overwhelming shock.Everything made sense to the young priest.That horrible but undeniable feeling, coupled with seeing the magician's thought process almost identical to his own, made Cadderly unable to find the strength to deny the declaration. I am your father!The words rang in Cadderly's head like a cry of conviction, a pang of loneliness, regret, mourning for what might have been. "Don't you remember?" asked the magician, his voice sounding so sweet to the shocked young priest's ears.Cadderly opened his eyes after blinking a few times, studying the man, and his nonthreatening, submissive posture. Aballister flexed his arms as if he were cradling a baby. "I remember holding you tight," he said softly and pettishly. "I'll sing to you—how dear you are to me after your mother died in childbirth!" Cadderly felt his legs lose all strength. "Do you remember?" the magician asked softly. "Of course you remember. There are things that will be deeply rooted in our minds, our hearts. You will not forget the time we spent together, you and me, father and son." Aballister's words wove countless images in Cadderly's mind, images of his first birth, of the peace and security he felt in his father's arms.How wonderful it had been to him then!So full of love and perfect harmony! "I remember the day I was forced to give you up," Aballister continued to whisper from his throat.His voice broke; a teardrop left his weary, aged face. "I remember vividly. Time has not lessened the pain of that time." "Why?" Cadderly managed to stammer. Aballister shook his head. "I'm afraid," he replied. "I'm afraid I won't be able to give you the life you deserve by being alone." Cadderly felt nothing but sympathy for the man, and Aballister had decided to forgive him before he even asked for it. "They're all against me," continued Aballister, his voice clear and sharp—and to Cadderly, the sharpness with which the magician's escalation of anger only seemed to reinforce Aballister's What Turgang declared. "The priests, and the officials of Caladon. 'It's better for the children.' They all said that, and now I understand why they did it." Cadderly looked up, shrugging, not understanding his logic. "I was going to be mayor of Calaton," Aballister explained. "It is inevitable. And you, my descendant, all of me, will be like me. My political opponents can't stand this happening, can't bear to see the Bonados get this kind of power. They did it out of jealousy, all of it!" To the shocked young priest, it all sounded perfectly reasonable.He found himself hating the Moezhi Library, hating Dean Thobicus, the old crook, even Dean Avery Schell, the man who had been his surrogate father for so many years.And Pertelope too!What a fake she is!What a hypocrite! "So I stand up to them," Aballister said loudly. "And I found you too. We are reunited, my son." Cadderly closed his eyes, bowed his head, and absorbed these precious words, words he had longed to hear for as long as he could remember.Aballister continued, but Cadderly's mind remained locked on the ten sweet words.We are reunited, my son. But his mother didn't die in childbirth. Cadderly didn't really remember her, just images, flashes of her smiling face.But these images were definitely not from the moment of Cadderly's birth. And I found you too. But how to explain "Mask of Night"?Cadderly's reason cried out to himself.Aballister did find him, and sent hitmen to find him, to kill him and Danica. Only now did Cadderly realize that the sorcerer had bewitched him, using mysterious magical energy to make his words pleasing to the ear.The heart of the young priest resisted rational reasoning, resisted logical questioning, because he did not want to believe that he had been deceived, and desperately wanted to believe that his father was sincere. But his mother didn't die in childbirth! Aballister's enchantment around him began to loosen.Cadderly concentrated again, focusing on the words the wizard continued to say—and realized that the man had stopped coaxing sweet imagery and was chanting incantations. Cadderly had let his guard down, and there was no defense available against the impending spell.He looked up to see Aballister unleashing a hissing blast of blue lightning that swung in a zigzag pattern across the spewing red dust.The magician clearly knew the way the land was made, for the lightning bounced right on Cadderly. The young priest held his arms high, feeling the shuddering, searing explosion jerking his muscles all the way, feeling it grabbing his heart, squeezing it hard.He found himself flying, but couldn't feel anything.He found himself slamming into the rock, but could no longer feel the pain. "Now you're dead," he heard Aballister say, but vaguely, as if he and the magician were no longer face to face, no longer on the same plane of existence. Cadderly knew the truth of those words, and felt his own life force draining from his body and slipping into the world of spirit, the realm of death.He looked down and saw himself lying on the red floor, broken and smoldering.Then his spirit was bathed in divine light, and he felt the same rush of sensations that had washed over him as he had a few weeks earlier when he had come out of his body to find Master Avery's spirit in The Dragon's Fig Leaf. One, two, Denier sings. There was only peace and tranquility in his heart, and he had never felt so much like coming home, and he knew that he had come to a place where he could rest peacefully. one, two. All thoughts related to the material world began to fade away.Even his dearest Danica, her image was not tainted with regret, for Cadderly believed sincerely that he and she would meet again one day.His heart was high; he felt his soul hovering. One, two, the song sang.like a heartbeat. Cadderly saw his body far below again, saw a finger twitch slightly. No!he protested. One, two, the song urges.Cadderly was not asked, but ordered.He looked to Aballister, and the magician cast another spell, creating a shimmering portal in the red sky.Suddenly the young priest learned that Aballister would be returning to the Wall of Trinity, and that the entire area would be thrown into darkness. Cadderly understood Denir's plea, and his soul resisted no longer.One, two, his heart pounded. When he opened his naked eyes to look at Aballister, all the childhood scenes conjured up by the magician washed over him again with warm feelings.Intellectually, Cadderly understood that he was under the influence of magic, and that simple logical arguments could prove that Aballister was lying.But the seductive possibilities that Aballister presented to him were not so easily overcome. Then, another scene flooded the young priest. It was a memory that was isolated from him, and it was stuffed into a distant corner of his heart long, long ago.He stood in front of the gate of Mengzhi Library, the young and not so fat Dean Avery, facing his father in front of him.Avery's face was red with rage.He yelled at Aballister, even cursed at the man, and reiterated that Aballister had been banned from setting foot in the Moezhi Library. Aballister showed no sign of remorse, and even laughed at the fat priest. "Then take the brat." He laughed loudly, and pushed Cadderly forward roughly, pulling a handful of hair from Cadderly's head as he pulled back. It hurt, physically and mentally, but Cadderly didn't cry out, didn't then, and doesn't now.Looking back at that horrific moment, Cadderly realized that the reason he hadn't screamed was because he was used to Aballister's usual abuse.He was the magician's outlet for frustration.He was an outlet, an outlet like his mother. his mother! Cadderly was on his feet somehow, snarling, and Aballister turned around, his eyes popping open in surprise when he saw his son still alive.Behind the magician, the entrance and exit are bright and shimmering, and within the boundaries formed by magic, the image of the front hall of the magician's house appears from time to time.Aballister would abandon him, as he had abandoned him, and go about his business, leaving his son, "the brat," to fend for himself. More memories came over the young priest, as if he had opened a box that he could not close.He saw Aballister's face, twisted like a demon with rage, heard his mother's pitiful cries, and his own sobs quietly. A figurative giant sword appeared in the red sky in front of him, shaking menacingly. "Lie down and die," he heard the magician say. this sword!Aballister had used it on his mother, had used the same spell to kill Cadderly's mother! "Oh, dear God Denir," the lost young priest heard himself moaning.The song played itself in his head; Cadderly had not commanded it to come, and could barely hear the harmony of its sweet notes.He thought he heard Dean Avery's voice at that moment, but the thought faded away as he saw the magic sword arcing toward him, slashing at his unprotected neck, so close he couldn't dodge. . The sword hit him, but disappeared without a trace with a sharp hiss. "Damn you!" cried the wizard who was his father. Cadderly saw only his mother's face, and felt only a primal rage against this murderer, this torturer.He heard a voice escape from his own lips, a burst of rage and magical energy so powerful he couldn't contain it.It was the most dissonant note of a Denir song Cadderly had ever heard, a purely destructive twist on those precious notes. The ground in front of him suddenly heaved, and he continued to yell.The red dust was like a big sea wave, rushing towards Aballister, leaving a gradually widening gap where the huge wave passed. "What are you doing?" the wizard cried in protest, and his voice sounded so small and tiny against Cadderly's roaring primal cry! Aballister was thrown up by the huge waves, and flew obliquely into the air.He shook his arms as he fell, flapping in vain, and fell into the ripped chasm. The huge wave continued to roll, gradually became smaller, and then the ground became calm again. "I am your father!" Aballister cried out in pleading pain, not far below the edge of the chasm. Cadderly let out another cry from his aching lungs, and he held his hands high in front of him, clapping them together. Following his guidance, the cracks in the ground were suddenly closed.Aballister's cry was no longer present.