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The moonlight was like a wash, sprinkling on every stone brick of the ancient altar. They seemed to be endowed with some mysterious power, emitting a faint blue light. The wind in the valley seemed to be even wilder. They whistled, rolled up fallen leaves and dust, and made a whimpering sound like a ghost crying. The crow's wings flapped in the night sky, and its figure looked particularly strange in the moonlight, and finally disappeared between the mountains in the distance.

Toby stood on the edge of the altar, his eyes were firm and deep, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, the pages of the book turned in the wind, making a rustling sound. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to chant an ancient spell in a low voice. The voice was low and powerful, penetrating the wind and echoing in the silent night sky.

In the center of the altar, Mark lay quietly. Toby placed him in the center of the altar, where energy gathered and it was a bridge to communicate with the gods. On Mark's body, Elvira's soul ability was like a fog, which made Toby confused. He needed to seek help from the power of God.

As Toby chanted, the runes on the altar began to glow. They were like ancient creatures that were awakened, gradually lighting up until the entire altar was shrouded in strange light. These lights flickered in the night sky, shining with the stars in the sky, as if they were having some kind of mysterious conversation.

Toby's voice became louder and louder, and a pious expression appeared on his face, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony. His body began to emit a faint light, echoing the runes on the altar, and the whole scene seemed both sacred and weird.

"Great Him, I pray to you here to uncover the mystery of the soul entangled in Mark." Toby's voice echoed in the wind, and his eyes were full of expectation and awe.

The black hole on the altar began to emit a deeper light, as if it was responding to Toby's call, and as if it was waiting for something. The air around him began to become dignified, as if some power was awakening.

Suddenly, a low rumble came from the black hole, like an ancient war drum, or the whisper of a god. This sound made Toby's heart beat faster, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by determination.

"He, your humble servant hereby requests to reveal the soul power in Mark." Toby's voice became more determined, and his body emitted a stronger light, forming a vortex of light with the runes on the altar.

The light in the black hole became brighter and brighter, and finally, a beam of light shot out of the black hole and shone on Mark. Mark's body was wrapped in light and floated in the air.

In this beam of light, a blurred image gradually appeared. The content was exactly the encounter between Elvira and Mark in the strange world.

Just as the image was about to show the Ice Abyss Beast devouring Elvira. A snow-white light burst out from Mark's soul. Mark woke up instantly, and the image was immediately interrupted.