Chapter 269: The Sorcerer’s Nightmare Civilization?

Beneath all this lay… the Tower of Ruins?

When Grimm regained consciousness, he was already above the skies of a spectral world constructed from mental energy.

The pure-black seal formed a huge funnel. Grimm rested on top of the huge funnel. An unending stream of magical forces poured down from above, washing over Grimm's body again and again. The magical forces flowed along the funnel and down into the spectral world.

Sometimes, a scream could be heard from the magical forces that were washing Grimm's body. The screams came from Grimm's claw-marked bruises as they were being washed away by the unending stream of magical energy. The magical energy would then carry the bruises into the mind energy realm of the Tower of Ruins below where they would be sealed off.

"The rate of magical consumption...what a waste…"

Even though he let out a sigh, Grimm was still very grateful to Black Isotta.

Yes, thus, the feeling of a body that was saturated with magical powers…