Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

【Stretch】

Like the legendary djinn, once the seal is opened, the spirit that has been curled up for thousands of years spurts out. Everyone is surprised that such a tall and majestic thing with infinite power is trapped in a small bottle that is less than the palm of a hand.

This is what it feels like when linked to a spiritual perspective.

The depth and breadth of perception are expanding, and the boundaries of self are blurring. Extend your extended fingertips to every corner of the reach, tasting every inch of material and space filtered through it.

The senses "touch" the water mist, and the quicksand in the air moves in heavy and delicate strands, showing a generally upward airflow trajectory. Like a boiling pot, things below are rising up. Something is stirring and brewing in this area.

The thing that caused the abnormality has still not been found, although he has indeed tried hard to stretch his mind - if it weren't for this time, he really wouldn't have known that it had expanded to such an extent, with ships carrying teams and supplies inside. They all looked a bit slender, let alone the people inside.

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

From the open perspective, a strange question arises in his consciousness: is he a huge spiritual body overlooking things, or is he a creature that needs a few small wooden boards to protect him from drowning in the water.

This dislocation was quite ominous, but now was not the time to stop. He tried to speed up and screen out the concealed signs of activity as quickly as possible. Something that could actively track their attackers was not that small, and even if it was swimming, it should cause a clearly discernible disturbance.

The ripples are undulating, with a tendency to increase in amplitude, mixed with water splashes caused by freezing rain, unknown ripples, and bursting bubbles. Only there are no traces of swimming.

After the paddler stopped, the boat slid forward for a while under the action of inertia, sticking to the water and drifting with the current. Logically speaking, they were about to be overtaken, but apart from the tense feeling of approaching, they didn't notice anything getting closer.

The humming in my ears lingered, gradually becoming louder, as if there was more than one voice in it, but was completed alternately by different people.

Kraft turned his attention underwater, hoping it was some clever guy who had stayed under the boat to evade search, but was again disappointed.

Except for the bubbles and a little bit of silt carried by the undercurrent, there was nothing moving.

【Bubbles, silt? 】

Is it something that should appear in the lake?

Not only the water below the boat, but also the water body within reach of the senses has become different from the impression. The light, deliberately kept low to avoid drawing attention, obscures vision, and the senses, focused on finding the imaginary stalker, miss this.

The water body that was originally as pure as black crystal has rapidly increased in cracks and bubbles, transforming 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.

Accompanied by dizziness and nausea, it was like sitting on a seriously bumpy carriage. The unbalanced feeling was no less than shaking, which made the monks who had lived by the water since childhood experience seasickness for the first time in their lives.

The reaction was particularly obvious in some people. Green retched violently, wanting to vomit out the previous meal that had been digested long ago. His pupils were like flicking picks, trembling up and down.

This is a never-ending mystery that always reveals a new aspect when people feel they understand it well enough.

"Nothing is following us!" Kraft didn't explain. He bent down and stretched his arms to reach a small object that fell into the gap between the tables, trying his best to control his mind and extend downwards.

The water, sediment, and bubbles become turbid as you go down.

Until the spirit is stretched to the limit, the sensing area is almost stretched into a slender downward spindle shape, and has not yet touched the lake bed.

It can hardly be called lake water below. The solid content accounts for a small proportion. It is more suitable to be described as rolling viscous mud with strings of bubbles constantly emerging.

It's still a little short of that, the depth of the lake is far beyond normal, but even if you can't see what's going on, you can still know that the lake bed is in intense turmoil.

"Nothing is following us. There is a problem in this area." Kraft made a judgment, "Quickly row!"

"Where?"

"You can go anywhere, as long as you don't stop!"

No longer caring about hiding, the monks picked up the spare wood pulp and plunged it into the water together, struggling to push the boat out of the increasingly treacherous current.

Kraft did not cut off the spiritual senses. Deep in the sand, he felt something familiar.

The layers are stirred, and the boundary between the present world and the deep is no different from the head of a drum, being hammered, roaring and oscillating.

When reflected in the ordinary sense organs, it is translated into abnormal position sense, violent shaking that makes people dizzy, nauseated, and unstable. The deeper the understanding of that side and the more sensitive people are, the more so.

Once his mental senses are disconnected now, it should be about the same as throwing him into a blender.

There was an exclamation in his ears. Kraft struggled to concentrate on his vision and found that it was coming from the monk who was looking over the side of the ship.

The increasingly turbid water attracted their attention.

Why should they see it? As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, an oar lost its power. At the critical moment, the person holding it seemed to be suddenly attracted by the bubbles of sand in the water and stopped moving.

【See? 】

A small light in the belly of the boat cannot illuminate the water, so it can only be a new light source.

The light had not improved significantly. It was still the pale and thin light, but it came from below, coming from the lake bed covered in mud.

At this time, the spiritual senses also touched things other than sand and water.

A straight edge is not the approximate straight line of natural lake stones or jointed rock pillars, but a completely artificial creation.

The second, third, and sixth edges form a standard figure, which is the bottom of a prism, lifted up.

And then there are more, like the layout of movable type printing, the lake bed composed of prisms is unevenly raised, oscillating, and emitting extremely penetrating light.

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

The monks followed this order and locked their eyes on the flame of the oil lamp in the belly of the ship. Except for mechanically swinging their arms, they didn't think about anything else.

If they looked out of the side at this time, they would see a wonder that they could only see once in their lifetime.

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

The prisms were filled with amorphous supporting biomass, which extended fibrils and webbed membrane-like filtering structures, stirring up the muddy undercurrents and spitting out a series of bubbles like exhaling.

The humming merged into one, and then there were thousands of tones, issuing an invitation.

Accompanied by the vague and persistent suction sound, whirlpools of different sizes tore through the water surface behind, and the closest one even pulled the stern away, pulling the hull back a distance.

But their response was still timely.

When this breathing, which may have lasted for more than ten minutes, came to an end, the boat had basically sailed out of the glowing waters and avoided the new recruiting activities on the lakebed.