However, in this seemingly hopeless search, Fisher suddenly caught a glimpse of something shimmering in the darkness out of the corner of his eye.
He paused slightly, then looked closely, only to see that the shimmering in the deeper darkness of the cavern appeared to be a crown flickering with a faint light!
"Helair!"
He gritted his teeth and pushed with all his strength toward the denser center of chaos, but halfway there, a sharp pain suddenly flooded through his soul.
Fisher gasped, instinctively raising the Fluid Sword into the darkness, only to find in shock that it had been corroded by chaos, leaving almost just the handle.
The mercurial blade tried to regenerate endlessly, but under the terrifying aura of chaos, any attempt was useless.
So, in this frenzied sea of darkness, Fisher stalled there, less than a hundred meters from the crown.
Yet at this distance, Fisher could vaguely see the situation at the crown's position.
It was indeed Helair.
